More Children of the Valley Poems for your enjoyment

Just over 30 years ago, Julie Meddows, at the time a valley resident, compiled and edited a booklet titled ‘Children of the Valley, a collection of poems’. The booklet was published by the Kangaroo Valley P&C Association in 1993, and the present P&C has given me permission to feature the poems in the Voice.
As I was in the valley at the time, and lived next door to the KV School which my three children attended, I knew most of the children featured. Of course, they are now mothers and fathers of their own children, and some no longer live in the valley.
Since there are many poems in the booklet that I thought appropriate to publish in the Voice, perhaps a couple could appear in each issue, which will take several months of submission. The foreword to the booklet just about sums up the wonderful minds and lives of children aged from 5 to 12 in their own world, so I have reproduced the following from the book.
“When our children pick up a pen to draw, or a brush to paint, we witness art in its purest form. That splatted dandelion is an orchid, the stick person is someone dearly loved, the spiked blob, a brilliant moon. When children write poetry they paint pictures with words, brushing in that same raw honesty. As we grow older these primitive pictures fade and poetry loses its colour, its essential truth, and more often its simplicity.
The poetry of our children’s world is irreplaceable.
In this collection of poems by the children of Kangaroo Valley, the child in you will live again, refreshed by the beauty, tragedy, and humour of a child’s world, painted in words.
It is also a tribute to our teachers at Kangaroo Valley Public School and the parents who encourage and inspire our children to write poetry.
We hope you enjoy the collection of poems.”
Sadly, Julie Meddows passed away a couple of years ago.

Bruce Preston

Published 1st March 2025 By Paige
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Rose Rodden (9)

My Sister

I like my sister

She is cute

She’s two feel tall

And really beaut

Sometimes she’s a pest

But I like her the best

She looks just like her dad

And I think that’s just too bad

Do you like your sister?

I do

– – –

Kathryn Morgan (9)

Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams, sleep tight

Snuggle in your bed tonight

Let darkness carry you away

But still in your bed you will lay

Carry you to neverland

Where on an island you will stand

Another place, a fairy state

They serve you lunch on a silver plate.

– – –

Alex Torrens (11)

FEELINGS … For my family

The sun beats down

The moon turns around

The heart of the souls

Start to whimper and whine

Pray to the Lord

To give us laughter and happiness

– – –

Murray Furness (10)

Wind in my Face

Yesterday, as I walked down the street

I felt a gush of wind

It was warm

I got wind burn on my face

And heard a whirring in my ears

Like a ghost

I could smell and taste the dust

That blew around my face

I watched the dust, as it disappeared

Out of sight

And out of my mind.

 

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