I am full of pride and thanks to my Grandson Edison
from Saint Augustine’s Primary School Newsletter, Coffs harbour.
Here is an extract from page 7 of the latest newsletter.
Exciting News from the LAR
We have a student who has become a published author, congratulations to Edison from 1S. His artworks have been published along with his Grandmothers short story and poem in Splash, Slither, Squawk -nature writing for children from The Society of Women Writers NSW. Thankyou Edison for kindly donating a copy to our school library for all students to enjoy.
A very special Zoom Launch today of Splash, Slither, Squark
the Society of Women Writers NSW 95th anniversary anthology of nature writing for children.
‘Curiouser and curiouser‘it seems to me is the gift we need to give our children and grandchildren.
Curiosity leads to awe and wonder.
When one has a sense of awe and wonder about nature, about a tree, a river, about flora and fauna one will care for them.
Anything that creates this in the heart of a child has a chance of being seen as precious. This new book ‘Splash,Slither, Squark, which will go to school libraries will be a step towards this value.
Sales of this book will help support RSPCA National Bushfire Appeal and Wombat Care Bundanoon.Many thanks to co-editors Michele Bomford and Julie Thorndyke .
I am proud to have a poem, Platypus spotting is fun and a short story about wonder when lost in the bush.
So proud the illustration of the platypus on the opposite page to my poem is by my grandson Thomas with 2 further illustrations by grandchildren Edison chosen and the youngest illustrator Miss Eleanor .
When the tide recedes beyond the horizon
and the underbelly of the sea is exposed
for little adventurers, Edison and Darcy
the rock platform is a necklace of pools
shimmering like emeralds and full of treasure.
Worry of slipping and falling is not their concern
they hop from rock to rock
clamber about down on their tummies
their shining eyes
reflected in the mirrored sea.
Everything is magical and extraordinary Come here, quick Grandma the crabs are humongous.
a scuttle of creatures disappear in our shadow
making us wait quietly
pretending we’re not here
as the rocks curl with camouflaged
crustaceans creeping out
and pincers like boxing gloves
point up at us.
In their eyes there is wonder
as red anemones sway the waves
as the molluscs trail into patterns
as starfish wash up like gift
as a sting ray glides past their toes
as these curious boys
learn to be respectful of the living world
Seeing the world through children’s eyes
makes me happy to be alive
as we steal out to the edge of the sea
and look for whales
as we dig in the sand on the edge of the beach
as we allow gentle laps of waves
to fill our canals and tunnels
and moats to protect our castles
until Darcy sees more fun in jumping
on them as quick as we can mould the sand
seeing the world through children’s eyes
We were going to the shops and we saw a homeless man. He had a stick and we were wondering what he was doing. We thought he could be making a fire to keep him warm but we were wrong. We thought he was carving a pencil but we were wrong.
When my mum asked him what was he making, he told us he was trying to make a frame. He told me how he was going to make the frame but sadly he did not have everything he needed. He explained to me that he would need some wood glue to glue the sticks together.
My mum and I said “good luck” and we went to do our shopping.
Later that day, I asked my mum “How much is wood glue?” She didn’t know. I told her I have $74 and if that was enough money to buy wood glue, maybe I could buy it for the homeless man to help him make his frames.
My mum and I went to the shops and bought some wood glue, we found the homeless man and we gave it to him. He said thank you.
As we walked back to our car a big smile filled my face and I felt great. With my big smiling face I told my mum “I’m a bucket filler!!!!”
by Edison with a little help from his Mum, Jessica
Everything was packed.
We left straight after school, not even time to get changed.
We travelled to the farm where we met my cousins.
When we arrived the adventures begun. But oh no! My mum has forgotten my shoes.
My school shoes would have to come on the adventures with me.
Most school shoes would have been kicked off into a dark cupboard and forgotten about for the weekend.
Not my shoes, they went bike riding, climbing, running. They played sports, they collected fire wood and kept warm by the fire.
They collected mud and got washed in the fresh water rivers. Boy, did these shoes have a good weekend away camping.
They travelled back home with the adventures still showing.
But like Darcy and I, once they had a bath (and a polish from Dad)
all that was left were the memories.
On Tuesday as I walk into school nobody will know but us, the adventures my shoes and I have shared.
#Edi writing his story, with school shoes cleaned and ready for school. Thanks Dad.