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October 6, 2022
Poetry Friday: I’m Excited!
It’s Poetry Friday and I’m excited.
Firstly, I’m excited because it is Friday and, instead of wishing I had time to put together a Poetry Friday post I am actually here doing it. Huzzah! Life has been chaotic this year, mostly good-chaotic, but this has not left as much time as I’d like for fun things like Poetry Friday. So I am glad to be here today.
Secondly, I am excited because my poetry book for teachers, Teaching Poetry for Pleasure and Purpose won an award! Taddah!
It was really lovely to hear that this resource, with lots of teaching ideas, background information and, of course poems – by myself and lots of other wonderful poets, took out this category. Hopefully this means it will end up being seen by more teachers keen to use poetry in their classrooms.
Lastly, I’m excited because today, George is coming!!! Who is George? Thanks for asking!
THIS is George:
And those are my arms holding him when I met him last Sunday. And today, George is coming to live with ME. And I am like a child in my excitement. There has been a dog-sized hole in my home since early last year, when my much loved Jonah died. George won’t replace him – you can’t replace a much loved family member. But now that I have had time, I am ready to love again – and boy is George loveable. He is as soft and silky as he looks, and those eyes are just adorable.
To celebrate these three things: Poetry Friday, the book award, and a brand new puppy, it’s appropriate to share a poem from the book which is about – of course – dogs. This is my Definition Poem (you can read more about those here) for the word ‘dog’.
Happy George Day! And happy Poetry Friday!
I’m off to visit my Poetry Friday friends while I wait for it to be George-time. You can find the Poetry Friday round up here on Sarah’s blog.
October 4, 2022
What I Read in September
September has flown past, but I did manage some reading – 11 books in total. I read some beauties, mostly the children’s books, but also some really grim reads for adults which left me wondering about the terrible things people are capable of. Not a great way to start my reading update, but rest assured that grimness does not mean bad writing.
Anyway, here’s what I read.
Books for Children

3. How to Be a Wonder Hunter, by Josh Langley (Big Sky, 2022). Josh is a friend and a wonderful person, so I was delighted to pop in and see him and buy a copy of this little book at a recent local event. It’s a gorgeous book about being curious and creative, and open to discovering wonders.
4. The Travelling Bookshop: Mim and the Woeful Wedding, by Katrina Nannestad. Oh how enchanting! I already loved Katrina Nannestad’s work, but hadn’t read her junior fiction – but lucky me got to meet Katrina at the recent Scribblers Festival and then celebrated by buying this book. Mim, her brother and father and assorted animals travel the world in a magical bookshop which decides where it is needed. In this instalment they arrive at a Greek island where a wedding is about to take place – but Mim is sure that the bride and groom are not going to be happy.
5. The Last Bear, by Hannah Gold (Harper Collins, 2021). The cover is divine and the book is too. The story of a lonely child who finds herself living with only her mother on a remote island in the Arctic, where she befriends a lost polar bear. It’s beautiful.
6. The Good Bye Year, by Emily Gale (Text, 2022). This is the story of Harper, who finds that her final, year of primary school is not at all what she imagined it might be. There are just too many changes: her friends become school leaders and seem to busy for her, her parents head off overseas for work, leaving her with a grandmother she barely knows, and a pandemic hits. But worst of all – Harper is being haunted by a mysterious ghost.
Books for Young Adults

2. Batavia, by Peter Fitzsimons (Random House, 2012). I think a mistake reading this one. I knew a bit about the history of the Batavia, shipwrecked off the coast of Geraldton in the 1600s, so after I visited Geraldton I decided to read the story. My mistake was forgetting what a grim, blood curdling horrid piece of history it is. The book is well written, but the details of what happened after the ship was wrecked are just horrible. This is not fiction, so every death, at the hands of other survivors, the treatment of the women and children, and more, based on the truth, is just terrible. Maybe I read it at the wrong time. I do believe we need to know about bad history so that we can work to change it – I guess my upset was that I am not sure humanity has moved on far enough.
3. Follow the Rabbit Proof Fence, by Doris Pilkington Garimara and Nugi Garimara (UQP, 2002). After reading Batavia, I decided my next book would be happier. And this one was, in places. This is the book which inspired the film of the same name – and is the true story of three girls stolen from their family and taken south to be educated at Moore river. They famously escaped and walked all the way home by following the rabbit proof fence. What a wonderful story of courage, family, and determination. Sadly, it is also a reminder of the terrible treatment of the stolen generation, and a reminder of the impacts white Australians have had on the traditional owners of this country. So, while I am glad I read this I was left again saddened by what happened – and how little has changed really.
4. The Hitchhiker, by Gabriel Bergmoser (Audible Australia, 2022). In my quest to stop reading things that made me so sad about humanity I opened a free audiobook from Audible. Oops. This was a psychological thriller which featured a lot of horrible acts committed by a psychopath. Cleverly told, but I finished my month determined to read more happier books in October.
That brings my total for the year to 128 books for the year and, as I said, also brings me a determination to do more uplifting reading in October. Not sure how I’ll go – but, spoiler alert, I have started October with a romance novel.
September 1, 2022
Poetry Friday: Welcome Spring!
The days are getting longer and a teensy bit warmer. My daffodils are flowering and there’s a spring in my step.
That’s right – spring is here! And yesterday, the first official day of spring in Australia, I found a poem bubbling up from the midst of my joy.
Come in!
Welcome Spring!
Come on in!
Let warmer sunny days begin.
Let daffies trumpet to the sky
That Spring is here
And Summer nigh.
Welcome Spring!
So glad you’re here
Let balmy blue-skied days appear.
Let flowers, bees and birds proclaim
How glad we feel
Because you came.
Welcome Spring,
My dear old friend!
You herald dreary Winter’s end
Such delight and joy you bring
As we welcome
Welcome
Welcome
SPRING!
(Sally Murphy, 2022)
And it’s not only Spring, but it’s also Poetry Friday. Imagine my giggle when I saw that today’s host, Linda at TeacherDance, has titled her own post Welcome September. Of course September is a little different in her part of the world, so it’s wonderful to think we are each able to celebrate such different beginnings.
Happy Spring! Happy September! And (shhhhhhhh) happy birthday to me
August 31, 2022
What I Read in August
Another month, another monthly roundup of my reading. 13 books this month, with a lot of variation. I shouldn’t pick a favourite – but have a look at number 7. I’m in a book! I’ll be posting more about this when it’s officially released.
Children’s Books






Books for Young Adults

Books for Adults




Non Fiction for Adults

This brings my total for the year to 117. I’m on track to make my target if I keep up this pace, but there are so many more books I want to get through.
What have you been reading?
August 1, 2022
What I Read in July
It’s a new month which means time to share what I read last month. July was cold, and a bit lazy – I took a week’s annual leave from my day job, and read a lot. And then I had Covid, with a week of enforced rest – and read a lot more. So I was not so surprised to realised I had managed 23 books in the month. And some good ones too! Here’s what I got through:
Books for Kids














15. The Boy Who Met a Whale, by Nizrana Farook (Nosy Crow, 2021). I bought this on the basis of its amazing cover. and really enjoyed it – a blend of adventure, resilience, facing up to fears and more. And yes, there are whales!
16. Rabbit, Soldier, Angel, Thief, by Katrina Nannestad (ABC Books, 2021). Another beautiful cover, and another beautiful book. Set in Russia in 142 as a six year old Sasha is orphaned and finds himself travelling with the army, sheltering but also providing comfort and support to his new friends.

Fiction for Adults





That brings my total for the year (so far) to 104 books, creeping closer to my target of matching last year’s 153. We’ll see – 49 more seems doable, but it’s been a year of busyness so we shall see.
What have you been reading?
July 14, 2022
Poetry Friday: Winter is STILL Here
It’s been over a month since my last Poetry Friday offering and, in that post I was complaining about the cold, and looking for reasons to LIKE winter.
Fast forward to today, and its cold and wet and wintry – and, you guessed it, I am still struggling to find good things about winter.
But, I do have a pair of haiku that I wrote about being cold – and trying to flip between the downsides of being cold and the upsides. Here it is:
Cold
Caught in the rain
Burning of frostbitten toes
Blades of wintry wind
A plunge in cold pool
Bubbling fizzing lemonade
Shivering lemonade.
(Copyright Sally Murphy)Not sure this really counts as flipping the bad to the good – because I seem to be arguing that being cold is winter in bad, but being cold in summer is good. Can you tell I’m a summer person?
But, because I’m a contrary kind of person, I also have a pair of haiku about the pros and cons of being hot.
Hot
Sweat-drenched smelly socks
Suffocating in-school days
Unrelenting sun
Thawing spring sunshine
Steam rising from chocolate drink
Toasty slipper toes.
(Copyright Sally Murphy)
And you can see that I found the good things about being hot right in the midst of winter.
Incidentally, these ‘opposite haikus’ (as I call them) appeared in my book for teachers last year, and were written quite some time before that. It was only when I typed them up for this blog post that I noticed something in the syllable counts. If I’m sticking to a 5/7/5 syllable count for each haiku (and yes, I do know that true haiku do not have to adhere strictly to this count) – then the line about the chocolate drink is questionable. It depends on pronunciation – the dictionary tells me that it definitely has 3 syllables – choc-o-late – but I confess, when Is ay it it definitely comes out with only two – chock – let – which is how it is that I have never noticed this in my own poem before.
Does it matter? Probably not – although now that I’ve noticed it, it annoys me, because I’m a stickler for rules.
But being distracted by syllable counts has taken my mind of being cold. So that’s gotta be good thing, right?
I’m off to make a hot chocolate and browse the rest of the Poetry Friday posts. They always warm my heart. The Roundup is hosted by Elisabeth – you should check it out
Some News and Some Thankyous
The last month has been an absolute whirlwind of emotion and busyness, and several times I have sat down to blog about it and just not even known where to start. But here I am, finally trying to say stuff.
You see, the big news is that my name was included in the Queen’s Birthday Honour List, announcing that I had been awarded an Order of Australia Medal (OAM) for my services to children’s literature and education. To say that this was an amazing honour is an understatement. You see, as I said to more than one person, it feels like I’ve been rewarded just for getting out of bed in the morning. Truly, the things I do, as both author and as educator, are an absolute pleasure to do. And I did not ever imagine that someone would nominate me for such an award for doing them.
However, it seems someone did indeed nominate me – and I still don’t know who was behind the nomination. SO I want to say thank you to that person (or persons), because it means a lot that you saw what I do and thought it worthy of an award. And I want to say thank you too, to the selection panel who have to read and check the nominations before recommending that the Governor General endorse them.
And, because it is time for me to these thank you, I want to most especially thank my family – my darling husband (my beloved) my children (the Murphlets) and my grandchildren (the Murphlings) who inspire me to write and who enable my career in so many ways – and who tolerate my absences, and my creative impulses and my mess. And my other family – my Mum (who inspired my love of reading and writing) and my Dad (who isn’t here any more, but I know would have been pretty chuffed) and my siblings and extended family.
And my writing and illustrating colleagues, who walk alongside me, and my teaching and university colleagues and gosh, just everyone who I work with and have worked with.
But, very particularly, if you are reading this, then I want to thank YOU. Because being a writer is actually very much made special by readers. And I want to thank everyone who has ever read and enjoyed one of my books, poems, blogposts, book reviews, whatevers.
I have received hundreds and hundreds of messages on social media, emails, letters (who even knew they were still a thing!), phonecalls and, of course, in person congratulations. And this has been such a surprise – that so many people were happy for me and happy with me. The most life-changing thing about this award is the fact that it has beensuch a lovely reminder of how many people care – and just how very nice people are. So thank you!
Now I’m back at my desk, writing more, teaching more (the new semester is about to start at my university job) and trying to spread the joy of words with as many people as I can. And promising myself that I will update this blog more regularly
In the meantime, I have had a few people ask where the photo of the medal is. The answer is, I don’t have it yet – the ceremony will be in October. But, in the meantime, here is a very serious photo of me, dressed in pink to support my wonderful friend Sue Whiting’s book Pearly and Pig.
June 30, 2022
What I Read in June
Oh my! June has flown by – with only one post since my last ‘What I Read’ post. I will write more soon about just why I have been so busy in June, but, in the meantime, here is what I managed to get read in amongst the busyness.
Books for Kids






Fiction for Young Adults


Fiction for Adults




That brings my total for 2022 to 81 so far. Half way through the year, I’m on track for my goal. Hopefully in July I will boost that total – I am taking a whole week off my day job next week.
June 2, 2022
Poetry Friday: Winter is Here
It’s Poetry Friday and it’s also, here in Australia, the first Friday of Winter. And boy have I been complaining about winter. I really do not like being cold. Or wet. (Unless it’s the kind of wet that comes from swimming and visiting my fishy friends, or standing under a hot shower).
I have been trying to practice gratitude and remember the good things about winter:
It does not last for the whole year.It brings rain, and we need rain for life.It is part of the great cycle of life.Coats and boots. I do like wearing warm coats and nice boots.In the midst of shivering and whinging, I had an email from the convenor of a poetry workshop I gave last week which was a wonderful, warm opportunity to share my love of poetry with passionate literacy educators on the other side of Australia. In her email, she shared of her favourite childhood poems. And suddenly I was warm right though – because it was an old favourite I had completely forgotten.
And, since it’s a winter poem, it’s an apt one to share today.
The Elf and The Dormouse
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter—maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—”Good gracious me!
“Where is my toadstool?” loud he lamented.
—And that’s how umbrellas first were invented.
Written in 1894, this is still such a lovely poem. I’m glad my new friend reminded me of its existence.
Now I’m off to warm my heart a little more, by dropping in my Poetry Friday friends. Today’s round up will be hosted by Karen .
May Reads
May is over and June has begun, so it’s time to look back at what I read in the past month. It’s been a chaotic month, and I feel like I’ve hardly sat down, let alone read – but I actually managed to get through 24 books. Just shows what you can do when you snatch little pockets of each day to do what you love. Here’s what filled those pockets
Books for Kids




















2. Let Go, by Hugh van Cuylenburg (Penguin, 2021). From the author of The Resilience Project, which I read twice last year, this one is a good complement, exploring the additional challenges to resilience which the pandemic, social media and more can throw up, and new insights into van Cylenburg’s own journey.
3. The Ballroom Murder, by Leigh Straw (Fremantle Press, 2022). The true story of a murder that happened in Perth in 1925, when a young woman, Audrey Jacob, shot dead her former fiancé – in he middle of a charity ball at Government House. Drawing from newspaper accounts, court records and other historical documents, this is an intriguing story. Mine was a review copy – the book is not released until August.

This brings my total for the year to 68 books read so far – nearly half way to my goal which, I guess, means I’m on track.
That’s it from me, but I’d love to hear what you’ve been reading.