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Young writers in action: The jacarandas

THE JACARANDAS
by Sophie, 9, QLD

It seems to be the season where all the jacarandas fall
I see jacarandas on the ground, not just one, but all

I see the beautiful colours so purple so bright
It is even better than the moon at night

Wow! I’m so lucky to see these flowers
I could stand here and look at them for hours


This is Sophie’s first poem published with Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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Young writers in action: The Parched Oak Tree

THE PARCHED OAK TREE

by Odette, 11, QLD

 

In the faulty shade of the parched oak tree

There’s a bare old branch for you and me.

Many before us had a place to be,

And we’d all sit by and watch the sea.

 

Long of limb, leaning over the wake,

Serene in the wind, where the sea meets the lake,

A witness of the water; it watches the waves break,

In Autumn subdued; summer monsoonal storms put it at stake.

 

Safe from the storm, each branch waxes nimble,

While the sea dwellers mingle in the shingle,

The culvert of the trunk where the leaf litter hide are

wrangled by the gale and the current and the tide,

And brings rolling forth from somewhere adrift,

the mighty hull of a wallowing ship.


This is Odette’s first poem published with Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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Young Writers in Action: It Starts Now

IT STARTS NOW

by Matilda, 11, NSW

I used to love “boys” things.
I didn’t love pink skirts, dresses and rings.
And I’ve never looked in the mirror and seen the mess
Of a stereotypical girl, in a bow and a dress.
I was always the grey sheep in a sea of white.

The little girls that walk down the street
All seem to be dancing to the same beat.
They don’t like pants or the colour blue
And few of them paddle their own canoe.
Is that what they want? Or is that what they learn?

When the time comes for me to go out into the world
I’ll be expected to travel the route of a predictable girl.
Look right, have a family, get paid less, accept a glass ceiling,
And smile about all of that no matter how I’m feeling.
It’s hard to spread your wings when you’re inside a cage.

But little girls who wear pink or not,
Deserve a better future than what we’ve got.
We need a change, we need to dream.
We need a promising future, however tough it may seem.
For that we have to choose the harder road, the bumpy lane.

So that girl who loved “boys” things,
Not dresses or rings,
Wants to grow up and follow her heart
And that starts now.
Courage, focus, belief, purpose — it starts now.


This is Matilda’s first poem posted to Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a book review, story or poem —  check out our submission guidelines.

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Young Writers in Action: Eagle

EAGLE

by Amy, Year 5, Santa Sabina College, NSW

Soaring through the sky
On a bright summer’s day
The eagle prepares to dive
Circling its prey

As quick as lightning
Eagle punishes an offender
The target is paralysed
And has no choice but to surrender
Entering eagle territory
This is how mouse is punished
Becoming Eagles’ dinner
Making sure he doesn’t famish

The victim would tell her friends
But poor mouse has immobilised
She bows her head in defeat
No energy for the fight to repeat

Yet she still feels as if there is life in her
Physicality is the truth to decipher
Eagle feels very satisfied
He has had enough for lunch
After disposing of the excess
He begins finding something for supper to munch

 

 


This is Amy’s first poem posted to Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a book review, story or poem —  check out our submission guidelines.

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Young writers in Action: The Fantasy Land

THE FANTASY LAND
by Shristuti Srirapu, 8, India
 
 
I stepped through the pink and purple magic
And found myself in the land of beauty
Where fairies splash in crystal water
And unicorns play above.
 
I stare at playing pixies
Among blooming flowers
And gleaming red apples
Along orchids of blazing color.
 
As I plunge into water
Where dolphins shriek for food
And mermaids dive deeper
Into rays of colourful fish.
 
I step out and the world is dark
And look through iron bars
Where dragons breath fire
And watch with piercing eyes.
 
As witches cackle mercilessly
Giants come storming in
Throwing whatever is in their way
Dragging giant clubs.
 
I touch the floor and murmur
And then it disappears
I fall from the magical world 
of differences.
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Time for a poem: The Electric Fence

The Electric Fence

by Veronica Hester

 

Imagine the tragedy that
Had befallen me
The boomerang flung through the air
No, it didn’t hit me
I walked through the long grass
No, a snake didn’t bite me
The sunset was blooming
The boys were on their gleaming motorbikes
No, they didn’t run me over
But the noise should’ve killed me.

I took it all in
Smiling, breathing
And leaned on the fence
Right in front of me
I, of course, had forgotten
That I was on a farm
And when fences are silver
You don’t lean on them.

And that’s why I don’t lean on fences.
Ever.

This poem was the winner of our 2014 poetry competition. For more writing competitions for kids, check out our Comps for Kids page.

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Young Writers in Action – The Tree’s Gifts

The Trees Gifts
by Gillian, 11, USA
The
Tree’s gift
In the spring
Is to give us hope
That warmer days are
Coming.   The tree’s gift in
The summer is to give us a shady
Spot to sit and read a book.  The tree’s
Gift  in the fall is to give us vibrant  leaves
To jump in.   The tree’s gift in the winter is to
Let us admire its glittering ornaments and bright
Lights and to remind us that a new year is beginning.
A tree is
A gift all
Year long.
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Young Writers in Action: Brooklyn Bridge Poem

Brooklyn Bridge Poem

by Arya, 10, Ridge Road Elementary School, USA

The Great East River Bridge
….John Augustus Roebling designed

Stood up high and tall,
….Held together by iron strings confined

Connecting Manhattan to Brooklyn,
….While in the river swim the fins

As the towers touched the sky,
….The birds soar and fly

The traffic of cars, vans, and buses move on,
….As the conversations on the walkway carry on

In the morning the bridge is a road to success
….At night it takes us home to rest!

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Young Writers in Action: Jaya

We love receiving your poems, stories, artwork and book reviews! Today we share a poem by 10-year-old Jaya. Thanks, Jaya!
Imagination by Jaya, aged 10

It flashed in my head
It appeared on my bed
Where ever I go
It follows me high and low
Holding me close
Or pushing me far
It leaves me the one
Same small scar
A scar of joy
A scar of fright
I feel the scar day and night
Deep in dreams
Deep in thought
The scariest thing a prince has fought
Has no name
Has no shape
From its reach
You won’t escape

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Spring Writing Comp winners (2012)

We read some outstanding poems in our spring writing competition and we’re thrilled to be sharing these winning poems with you. Congratulations to the three winners!

UNDER 7s WINNER—Leith Bradbury

THE FIGHTING CROWS

Hungry hungry black crow,
High up in a hollow tree,
Glides down to the bottom of the hill
And grabs worm from happy crow.
Happy crow is now angry,
Scratching and pecking,
Biting and tugging,
Screeching and chewing,
All day long.
Then angry crow has an idea.
He nips the worm in half and gobbles his half.
He gives the other half to black crow.
They become friends.

[Inspired by the painting Fighting Crows, by Shaun Tan]

UNDER 9s WINNER—Veronica Hester

THE CROW FIGHT

In the Northern Suburbs,
On a light green field,
Two crows get in a fight.
Black bodies twist and twirl,
Feathers fly to the sky.
A crow falls to the ground.
No mercy for the wounded crow,
He dives and flies away,
Leaving the crow to cry his anger to the sky.
Another crow watches the scene inscrutably,
On a quiet afternoon in the Northern Suburbs.
Where the black billowing shapes of trees,
Shadowed from the sun,
Have the colour of the Fighting Crows.

[Inspired by the painting Fighting Crows, by Shaun Tan]

UNDER 12s WINNER: Sophia O’Brien

[UNTITLED]

A Young Child

A street bathed in afternoon shadow.
The grass is yellow green.
Time is unchanging and he sees the whole world at once.
The clouds can be touched by the hand.
Trees are poles with clouds on top.

Ten Years Later

Same old street that never changes.
Grass and trees, houses and clouds.
He wants to go to more exciting places, see more exciting things.
He wants to see something more than that suburban street with its straight path and quiet houses.

[Inspired by the painting Footpath, Fifth Avenue, by Shaun Tan]

Well done Leith, Veronica and Sophia!

If you’d like to enter our summer writing competition, keep an eye on the competitions page on our website. Good luck!