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OUR POETRY KIDS

OUR POETR
Y KIDS
Thank you to The Henry Lawson
with Brenda Joy
with Br enda Jo y
Memorial and Literary Society, for
including a brand-new WOMBAT
category for children 12 years
and under in their

The winner of this inaugural award was Amaeh Reed of the Holy
Cross School, in Cairns, Queensland.
Amaeh also won the Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network
Award 8 - 10 years, at the 2018 Ipswich Poetry Feast. but with courage and bravery we’ve shown great fight,
our flame of determination has burned bright.
Australia today is a multicultural society,
we strive together for peace and harmony.
From Bamaga to Broome, through our country wide
Australians stand by each other’s side.

Yes, I am but a native tree,
but I have witnessed a great history
where Australians unite, our course to chart
a new nation with an ancient heart.
Like me, our nation stands tall and strong
in Australia, where we all sing one song.
Amaeh Reed Our heritage, our past, pages of our story.
Our hope, our heart, our nation’s glory.
Our Heritage Tree © 2019, Amaeh Reed (at age 11)
Amaeh’s poem was pre-published in the September 2019 issue
by Amaeh Reed of The Lawsonian, the official newsletter of the Henry Lawson
Memorial and Literary Society Inc.
I am an ancient eucalyptus tree Pre-published www.henrylawsonsociety.org
I have witnessed almost three centuries
of our great story, of our great land And from the Ipswich Poetry Feast
from grassy plains to desert sand.
From my firm branches tall and strong MY HOME MY POEM
the kookaburras sing their joyful song.
Small wallabies rest under my shade. by Gabriella Adams
Amongst my branches, possums play. Ipswich Poetry Feast 2018 River 94.9 Award 5-7 years Third Place
I’ve watched our Ancient Peoples pass, In the forest there is a tree
moving quietly through the long, tall grass. in the hive there is a bee
At night when the stars shine down above on the dog there is a flea
they dance and sing and smile and love. and in my home is poetry.
I have seen the convicts weep and cry From the morning with the rising sun,
their faces towards the bright, burning sky till the evening when the day is done
for they endured the whip and chain my head twirling with prose and pun,
but from their suffering, a nation came. this is my way of having fun.
I’ve watched gold diggers mine for gold, So if you see me with pen and book
their stories in ballads often told. sitting at my favourite nook
Ned Kelly, galloping, on his thoroughbred don’t sneak on over to have a look
our famous bushranger, armour on his head. I’ll slam it shut and then you’ll
Saw the swagman whistle as he strolled by SOOK!
to the banks of the billabong, where he would die, © Gabrielle Adams, 2018 (at age 6)
for he stole the jumbuck, made the squatters wild Pre-published www.ipswichpoetryfeast.com.au
but our jolly swagman is never reviled. Thank you to The Henry Lawson Memorial and Literary Society, for
Through the Great Depression and two World Wars, including a brand-new WOMBAT category for children 12 years
our country has weathered many storms, and under in their 2019 Awards.

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