Please enjoy the read about this very private and shy little animal.
Beautiful Tasmania with its mountains, rain forests, valleys and hills
Has Tasmanian devils living in the wild bringing visitors such thrills.
They only live here and no where else in the world
But sadly their population is threatened with ills.
Many have facial tumours, which spread like wildfire
The situation for them is getting quite dire.
No cure has been found, though research is rife
We must find a cure soon, to save heartbreak and strife
These young native devils fight each other for food,
Their manners are appalling and really quite rude!
They bite one another to be king of the castle
Instilling infections which does them no good.
They really are quaint, though they would bite off your hand
Eating meat, fur and bones and anything else they can land
The babies are just darling, so pretty, soft and sweet
Please find a fairy godmother to wave a magic wand.
At Launceston Zoo there are devils galore
We pray we may save them to bring many more.
Much money is needed to bring this about.
Please put in all your dollars so the devils may score.
These wonderful animals need all the help they can get
To be sure a cure for this awful illness will be met
So please spare a thought and give every penny you can
Remember the Tasmanian tiger, extinguished by man?
Please send your donations to Launceston Zoo,
Whose research work on saving the Devils is one of too few.
Make sure we secure the devils future out there safe in the wild
For future generations to know and love them too.
PLEASE GIVE GENEROUSLY
Barbara Brewin 22nd Januasry 2009 All rights reserved
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Thursday, 14 May 2009
Monday, 10 November 2008
THE BIRTHDAY OF A BABY KING
Fairy stars twinkling in the sky so high
Banishing the dark clouds, who leave with a sigh
Lacy snowflakes form a white cloak over the earth
In readiness for a miraculous and heaven sent birth.
A baby King born in Bethlehem
Not for him opulence, jewels nor even a diadem
But a roadway strewn with thorns along the way
God’s only son, Jesus born in a lowly stable to-day.
In manger of straw, lowly born, so few clothes to keep him warm
Mary and Joseph sheltering from life’s storm
This new born baby is God’s gift to mankind
In the hope that the world peace, hope and love will find.
Some Shepherds left their flocks that night
They had to see for themselves this heavenly sight
Three Wise Men, riding on camel back, sages of their day
Gave gold, frankincense and myrrh away.
The brightest star in heaven shone out so bright
Over all Bethlehem it shed its light that night
Angels played their harpsichords in joy
To celebrate the Christmas birth of this special little boy.
Little Donkey stood quietly by the lowly , manger
To nuzzle and protect the new born baby from danger
Cows and sheep their watch did keep
Keeping quiet as Baby Jesus was fast asleep.
God’s promised Son was born this night
The choirs of Angels were a joyous sight
Peace Joy –and hope; the whole world rejoices
Its Christmas Day – let’s celebrate with happy voices.
© Barbara Brewin 1st November 2008
APRIL TRUMPETS SPRING
April the fourth month of the year
Full of hope, sunshine, showers and good cheer
Giggling raindrops soak the earth
As all of nature wakes to its rebirth
Bulbs peep gently through the ground
Birds pick twigs with joyful sound
Flying off their fresh nests to build
So with new fledglings they will be filled.
Daffodils trumpet in their golden hue
Wild bluebells ring out in their white and blue
Yellow primroses fly April’s banner
Drenching the hedgerows in majestic manner
Pink ragged robins dot the lanes
White kek with its lacy window panes
Hedgerows sprouting out in green array
Trees their leaves awakening in the breeze to sway,
Streams and rivers gurgling away
Ducks and geese have flown in to stay
April and nature blend into one
The best month of the year come wind, rain or sun.
© Barbara Brewin Nov 29 2008 All rights reserved.
Full of hope, sunshine, showers and good cheer
Giggling raindrops soak the earth
As all of nature wakes to its rebirth
Bulbs peep gently through the ground
Birds pick twigs with joyful sound
Flying off their fresh nests to build
So with new fledglings they will be filled.
Daffodils trumpet in their golden hue
Wild bluebells ring out in their white and blue
Yellow primroses fly April’s banner
Drenching the hedgerows in majestic manner
Pink ragged robins dot the lanes
White kek with its lacy window panes
Hedgerows sprouting out in green array
Trees their leaves awakening in the breeze to sway,
Streams and rivers gurgling away
Ducks and geese have flown in to stay
April and nature blend into one
The best month of the year come wind, rain or sun.
© Barbara Brewin Nov 29 2008 All rights reserved.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
For your (Turkish) Delight party invite
Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox
The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go
The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.
The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.
The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To All Gold heavy metal music -Bubble Gum went off with a bang.
The Coconut Mushrooms went timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground
The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo20and Hula Hoop
Sherbet Dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.
Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.
(c) Barbara Brewin 27thAugust 2008 All rights reserved
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox
The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go
The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.
The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.
The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To All Gold heavy metal music -Bubble Gum went off with a bang.
The Coconut Mushrooms went timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground
The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo20and Hula Hoop
Sherbet Dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.
Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.
(c) Barbara Brewin 27thAugust 2008 All rights reserved
Monday, 4 August 2008
The Litte Flowepot
A little flower pot all alone,
Looking for a loving home.
Over the years he had grown many flowers,
Inside the window and away from the showers.
Geraniums, chrysanths and many more
Reds, pinks, yellows and blue azure.
He had so many tales to tell,
His sad little eyes began to well.
Life had been good at the very start,
He was shiny and new and VERY smart.
He tended the plants with loving care,
Some water here, some water there.
The bumblebees would call to say
"May we please take some nectar to-day?"
Their black and yellow striped suits they wore
To go and make honey in their store.
The little flower pot loved this life,
Away from all the toil and strife.
Then one day he slipped and fell,
The flowers knew that he was not well.
The little flower pot wept and cried
Thrown on the compost heap on his side
A little hedgehog scurrying by,
Said “little flowerpot do not cry.”
Autumn and winter turned into spring,
The little flower pot was caught up in string
And safe inside his sheltered lea
Two baby hedgehogs played with glee.
The little flower pot lives again,
In sunshine, tempest, storm and rain.
His hedgehog family he guards with pride
His face a grin from side to side.
Gypsy
Looking for a loving home.
Over the years he had grown many flowers,
Inside the window and away from the showers.
Geraniums, chrysanths and many more
Reds, pinks, yellows and blue azure.
He had so many tales to tell,
His sad little eyes began to well.
Life had been good at the very start,
He was shiny and new and VERY smart.
He tended the plants with loving care,
Some water here, some water there.
The bumblebees would call to say
"May we please take some nectar to-day?"
Their black and yellow striped suits they wore
To go and make honey in their store.
The little flower pot loved this life,
Away from all the toil and strife.
Then one day he slipped and fell,
The flowers knew that he was not well.
The little flower pot wept and cried
Thrown on the compost heap on his side
A little hedgehog scurrying by,
Said “little flowerpot do not cry.”
Autumn and winter turned into spring,
The little flower pot was caught up in string
And safe inside his sheltered lea
Two baby hedgehogs played with glee.
The little flower pot lives again,
In sunshine, tempest, storm and rain.
His hedgehog family he guards with pride
His face a grin from side to side.
Gypsy
Happy August!
Here comes August once again
Always smiling, wind, shine or rain
Time for holidays and fun
Under a happy warming sun.
School is over, hip hooray
Six long weeks of happy play
No more lessons, no more work
Yes we want to laze and shirk.
Off to the beach we go for a swim
Sun tan lotion from limb to limb
Then to sun bathe on the beach
Picnic Hamper within reach.
Ice cream cones to cool us down
Punch and Judy act the clown
Children buildings homes of sand
Happy laughter throughout the land.
So happy August please try and stay
We don’t want you ever to go away.
As family and friends all meet together
Every year under your umbrella,
Barbara BrewinThe Little Frog
A little frog came out one day
All he wanted to do was play
He looked around with his great big eyes,
But all he could see were some dragon flies.
Pink and yellow, blue and gold
They hovered overhead, a joy to behold
The little frog just said “good day”
You have your fun,
The lily pond lay just ahead
Large shiny leaves and one beautiful spread
Of White and golden lily heads
Nestling majestically in their beds.
A large lily pad came bobbing past
The little frog jumped into the pond
But the leaf carried on floating to far beyond.
The little frog was all alone
“What shall I do? He said with a groan
A beautiful mermaid sat nearby
She smiled and the little frog went all shy
They sat in silence side by side
The mermaid’s tail her joy and pride
They sealed their meeting with a kiss
The frog turned into a prince, sheer bliss
Gypsy
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