Radio Waves

Out in his shed,
he's hiding away,
listening, listening,
listening all day.

"Grandpa!"
we say.
"Are there any messages
from Mars today?"

Alan Bagnall

Two-day Wonder

Yesterday …
I was sick in bed.

The street stretched silent, footpaths still.
Washing drooped on the line.
Clouds dragged, low and slow.
The dog sulked in his basket.
My bike lay on the drive.

The world yawned and grumbled.


Today …
I feel heaps better.

Cars swish, skateboards clatter.
Shirts, sheets, socks stream in the breeze.
Clouds hurry, high and flying.
The dog gallops round the house.
My bike waits by the garage.

The world shines and dances.

David Hill

Winning Move

Came from my dance exam
(stumbling,
bumbling,
wobbly knees);

saw a leaf fall
(gliding,
sliding
on the breeze);

remembered my steps
(slipping,
tripping,
in despair);

watched it turn
(shifting,
drifting
through the air);

wondered what the judges thought:
leaf – TEN,
me – NOUGHT.

David Hill

On the TV News

In that dry country,
not so far away,
children carry water
many times a day
in precious, plastic bottles –
the sort we throw away.

Alan Bagnall


