Storm RisingbyMatt Zurbo   Winter fell hard on Maggie’s town. Most people (rugged up) scurried from A to B. “It’s as if the weather is punishing us for enjoying such a long summer,” Maggie’s mother said.But the rain felt like it had always been there. Summer seemed a lifetime ago.(Maggie, super rugged-up, holding hand of … Continue reading Day 25: Storm Rising

DidgeridoobyMatt Zurbo   Didgeridoo how do you do?I just blew a didgeridoo! Billabong, just like in the song,a bunyip lives in a billabong! Kookaburra, will laugh for ya!Laugh and laugh just like you ought ta! Billycart or billygoat,a billygoat with a sore throat! A wombat does a square poo.A cute poo for me and you! … Continue reading Day 24: Didgeridoo

Mud! by Matt Zurbo   Deano loved his footy! He brought his to school every day. And, early Saturday mornings, he got to run around for his team, the Otway Mud! (Purple jumpers with yellow ‘O’ with yellow ‘M’ inside it, on chest. Jumper muddy.) Deano’s coach was a scary potato farmer, who sometimes came … Continue reading Day 23: Mud!

The ObjectbyMatt Zurbo Kat was a bit down. (Kat head down, hair over eyes, standing on grey, shadowy street.) For her, every day was the same in Greytown. Machines going Choonka-Choonk, gears grinding, other kids playing dumb games, spiders that never slept keeping secrets in the long grass.(Spider in web, watching Kat, seen through web, … Continue reading Day 22: The Object