Flea Feast 

The flea:
I wish that I could always lead
This life of mindless sucking greed.
I love to nip and leap about
And hear my victims bark and shout.

The dog:
All those pills and sprays and powder
Make me bark just that much louder.
My owner thinks he's won the war
'Cause I'm not scratching any more.

The boy:
Tonight I'll move him from the shed
And let him sleep beside my bed …

The flea:
I knew, if I stayed still and quiet,
That I could have a change of diet!


				by Valerie Matuku
Muster

Slowly down the valley
The woolly flock flows.
A rippling mob of sheep,
Joined by more at every creek.
And as the valley widens,
The woolly river grows.

Alan Bagnall

My Mind

My thoughts and mind 
are not defined
by skin and hair,
eyes and height.
The most important part of me
is not entirely
what you see.

Alan Bagnall

Drought
by Pauline Cartwright

Hot wind blowing, blowing, blowing.
Sky hard-blue shines overhead.
Dust clouds flying, flying, flying.
Stunted crops could soon be dead.

Stock stands panting, panting, panting.
Dirty sheep are tombstone grey.
Birds are wheeling, wheeling, wheeling,
Looking for some easy prey.

Trees are bending, bending, bending,
Bowed by winds as though they pray.
White clouds empty, empty, empty.
Again no rain will fall today.








