Sunday, May 12, 2013

Do You See What I See?



This is a poem/song I wrote for my kids 
after spending the day exploring a nearby stream. 
(Based on a very well-known Christmas song)

Do You See What I See?

Said the mother to her little girl-
Do you see what I see?
Swimming in the river, little one-
Do you see what I see?
A fish, a fish
Bubbles all a far
With a tail that glitters like a star
With a tail that glitters like a star

Said the little girl to her mum-
Do you hear what I hear?
Flowing deep and fast near us, mum
Do you hear what I hear?
A stream, a stream
Water running 'long
With a current that is steady and strong
With a current that is steady and strong

Said the mother to her little girl-
Do you know what I know?
In this world around us, little one-
Do you know what I know?
A home, a home
For creatures big and small
We can watch and learn to keep them all
We can watch and learn to keep them all

Said the little girl to her mum-
I am listening to you
Our Earth is precious, isn’t it mum?
I am listening to you
The fish, the trees
Little insects in the night
We live carefully and do what is right
We live carefully and do what is right






Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Catching Clouds



L o n g  afternoons at the beach are now a daily occurrence.
Hours spent ducking in and out of the water, collecting shells and building castles.
And while we rest, we watch the clouds.
They come late in the day.
W i d e , blue skies filled with enormous puffs of soft, fluffy shapes.

Patterns.

Animals.

We can see them... if we look close enough.





I wrote this poem for my kids after one of these cloud catching days...




Catching Clouds

We climbed the boarded promenade
up high towards the sky
where clouds were floating  s l o w l y-
the wind a gentle sigh.

The owl was looking at us-
white wings spread vast and  b r o a d.
Clawed feet with fluffy talons
curled 'round a pointed sword.

Grey swirls of shiny armour-
the brave knight clad in this.
His arm around a princess-
a rose upon her wrist.

The elephant blew slowly by-
his trunk held high and proud.
And on his back a monkey rode-
above the strato-crowd.

The dragon was enormous-
fire wisping from within.
His roar had scared the garden gnome-
beard shaking on his chin.

We watched the dragon's antics-
chasing cats and flossy sheep.
Until reluctantly, we climbed back down
for it was time to go to sleep.




"Only from the heart can you touch the sky."
(Rumi)

Friday, April 19, 2013

I Choose Joy

I am very lucky. 
I have friends who know how to live a joyful life. 

Friends - who no matter the situation - are calm and filled with acceptance and peace. 

It's because they know
They know that in each tiny moment of chaos there is also a big sparkle of joy

And they catch it. 

Every.  Single.  Time.

I don't often write about the day-to-day "stuff", but as Mother's Day approaches, I've been thinking about how I've grown as a mother.  And how this growth - this ability to grasp glittering bits of joy on even the most difficult days - is due to my joy-seeking friends.

So this poem is for them.


I Choose Joy

When the bowl is knocked over and milk trickles out,
I choose Joy.

When the clothes that are chosen are met with a pout,
I choose Joy.

When one shoe is missing and cannot be found,
I choose Joy.

When someone is yelling and spinning around,
I choose Joy.

When hair-ties are lost and toys all spread far,
When someone refuses to get in the car,

When seat belts get stuck and homework forgotten,
Bags emptied out - an apple all rotten,

Favourite toys dropped - all covered in mud,
Flowers cut off when only a bud,

Temperatures high and small bodies weary,
Not enough rest and feeling so bleary,

Clothes piling up - the ironing not done,
Not enough time to get out and run,

Dinner not ready - no food on the shelf,
Wondering when you'll have time for your self,

I choose Joy!


Giggling over a river of milk-
This is Joy.

Smiling and coaxing - a voice of pure silk-
This is Joy.

Patiently looking under each couch and bed,
Laughing and dancing as we walk straight ahead,

Cold baths and cuddles that last all afternoon,
Knowing there's time for the rest- 
sometime soon-

This is Joy!



Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Jetty



I wrote this poem for my kids after a recent trip to Busselton, a small town on the coast of Western Australia. The jetty is well-known there - the swimming leg of the Busselton Ironman loops out and around it - and is one of the town's main attractions. Two kilometres long, it stretches right out into the ocean, ending at an underwater observatory.


The Jetty

It  s t r e t c h e s  out so far
from shallow to the deep.
To water that is dark and quiet
where all the fish can sleep.

The wooden planks are  w i d e
and lead us on our way.
We walk right near the edge to see
and feel the salty spray.

The clearness of the water-
the unclouded crystal green-
a window to the world below,
of life not always seen.

The seaweed waves its fronds,
a gentle to and fro.
Back and forth they sway-
the ocean's rhythm calm and  s l o w.






We see them dart around-
silver flashes down below.
As herring dance in synchrony-
the entire school in flow.

Other fish swim by-
their antics make a splash!
Drops of water jumping out
and landing with a splat!




Not everything is moving-
some creatures are so still.
Clinging tightly to the pillars-
holding fast with all their will.

The abalone shells
are round and very tough.
We reached arms down to touch them-
ridges prickly and quite rough.

Climbing up again
from underneath the jetty's shade,
We stood and watched just one more dance
'til the movements seemed to fade.


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Nurture Nature


"Today at dawn there twinkled through
The pearly mist a flash of blue
So dazzling bright I thought the sky
Shone through the rifted clouds on high,
Till, by and by,
A note so honey sweet I heard
I knew that bright flash was a bird!"

 (The Bluebird, by Evaleen Stein)


We walked carefully.
Small, soft steps taking us    s  l  o  w  l  y   forward.
Towards the bird we had spotted.
A bright-coloured parrot swiftly clawing its way up a tree.
Green, red and blue feathers contrasting against the dullness of the leaves.
We  watched  patiently until it reached the top.

The kookaburra's laugh cut through the morning's stillness.
Catching our attention, our heads turned.
We stood and listened.
Our smiles large as they revealed themselves sitting on a nearby branch.
Swooping down to feed on worms - their beaks a powerful tool.

 Watching.

Listening.

My three-year-old son, full of questions, began to talk...



And so today's activities flowed from here. Once home, we got out a big piece of paper and drew a simple tree. On each branch we drew one of the five birds we'd spotted today. (Having the laptop in front of us with images of each helped us draw very basic outlines). We discussed the special features we'd observed. Little hands then found coloured paper that matched his observations. These were cut out and glued on. Then each bird was labelled.


A kookaburra.

A parrot.

Our activities are often inspired by what we observe outside in nature. But even on days that are spent indoors, we continue these discussions. My son's love of sharks led him to choose a book about these from the library this week. After reading it together, we decided to make a shark collage. Using a picture in the book, we outlined a large shark. Some old newspapers (grey-coloured like the shark) were cut into small squares and glued on. Shiny black and white paper was found in an old magazine and cut out to make black gill slits and an eye, and white fin tips and teeth. Blue paper was cut into swirly wave shapes and added at the end.

The quiet focus of the activity allowed us to talk...   about nature.





A shark is a pet 
that you don't want to get.
There is nothing less fun than a shark.
He doesn't have fur,
He won't cuddle or purr,
and he never takes walks in the park.

(From the poem, A Shark is a Pet, by Kenn Nesbitt)




"Children are born naturalists. 
They explore the world with all of their senses, experiment in the environment, and communicate their discoveries to those around them."

(The Audubon Nature Preschool)