Page 104 - Week 01 - Tuesday, 11 February 2020

Canberra is my community.

Won’t you come explore with me?

My house has windows, doors and bricks

But home is so much more than this.

The streets are filled with lots of trees,

I wear my boots and kick up leaves.

Autumn shades of pink and red,

In winter’s chill, they start to shed.

King parrots, gang-gangs, lorikeets,

The sulphur-crested cockies shriek.

The Brindabellas cloaked in white,

A rare and brilliant winter sight.

The Carillon calls a melody.

The swans glide past so gracefully.

Kayaks break the morning fog.

From bridge to bridge, the people jog.

In the city I see the carousel.

I’m so excited, can you tell?

We jump on board and choose a horse,

Three trips round, perhaps a fourth?

At the museum, I spy a dinosaur.

Oh how I wish that she could roar!

Barrels of glittering coins I see.

Titan can lift them

—could he lift me?

A zoo with lions and giraffes,

The meerkats pose and make us laugh!

A treehouse for pirates,

and a bush tepee,

The dragons appear but

they don’t scare me!

I find treasures in our Library,

Kept safe for all eternity.

A gallery of portraits bold,

Blue Poles and pears

and cultures old.