Lynette Oxley

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I enjoy writing and illustrating children's books and making documentaries and e-literature pieces for the internet.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Kids' Book Review: 12 Curly Questions with author Shelly Unwin

Kids' Book Review: 12 Curly Questions with author Shelly Unwin: 1. Tell us something hardly anyone knows about you.  I used to be a chronic sleepwalker. I once packed up my entire bedroom, includi...

Shelly was in my FaceBook Critique group a few years ago.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Poem of the Day: Clear the Field

Clear the field
Run away!
The farmer’s bull escaped today.

Swim the creek,
He’s mad, I see.
With those big horns, we’d better flee!

Jump the ditch,
Scale the rocks.
Don’t follow me in those red socks.

Take them off!
Shut the gate.
Don’t look back, the bull’s irate.

Home at last.
Slam the door.
We’re not snooping anymore!

Published today by the Australian Children's Poetry site in response to Poetry Prompt #21.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Sharing the CBCA Picture Books with Children - The Boomerang Books Blog

Sharing the CBCA Picture Books with Children - The Boomerang Books Blog: I described this year’s CBCA picture books in a previous post but promised to also write about Bob Graham’s Home in the Rain, which I have done here. I’ve also added some ways of sharing the shortlisted picture books with children at home or school in case it helps with Book Week activities. Home in … Continue reading Sharing the CBCA Picture Books with Children

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Mixed-up Banquet

Mixed-up Banquet was published on the Australian Children's Poetry website today.

Mixed-up Banquet

“What’s for dinner?” asked the snail from the rusty garden pail.

“Some lettuce and banana,” cried the skinny, young Iguana.

“The compost heap smells great … Hurry up! You’re running late.”

“I can’t go any faster,” wailed the snail as Ig raced past her.

“What’s for dinner?” asked the kid as he paddled near a squid.

“Some shrimp and little fish,” said the squid. “A tasty dish.

The water’s warm and fine. Come on in so we can dine.”

“The surf’s too deep and rough, so I’ll fetch my brothers Gruff.”

“What’s for dinner?” barked the dog as she raced towards a hog.

“I’m slurping applesauce. Can you guess the second course?”

“A Dagwood Dog or two? I don’t know. Give me a clue.”

“It’s frozen, in a cuppy. Starts with ‘S’ and ends with ‘Puppie’.”

“What’s for dinner?” purred the cat on the dusty, worn-out mat.

“Swiss cheese and raisin toast,” squeaked the mouse beside a post.

“I’d rather catch fresh meat,” yawned the cat. “A little treat.

My tummy cries for food and my eyes are set on ___.”