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by Saanvi Khiani Nostalgia is brown, It takes like my granny’s cookies And smells like my granny’s perfume, Nostalgia looks like the back of my brain, The sound of calming music, Nostalgia is forget me not! Judge’s comments: Years 4-5 Winner Nostalgia An evocative poem making use of sensory language in a series of images...
Eating on the floor allows children to see and feel food "upfront". This "food play" is incredibly beneficial for sensory development. Children can...
Eating on the floor allows children to see and feel food "upfront". This "food play" is incredibly beneficial for sensory development. Children can...
A new series of NZ poetry each Sunday The post The Sunday Poem, by Brian Turner appeared first on Newsroom.
Smell like a straight-up
Smell like a straight-up
My, my, how can we resist you? For the first time since 2013, the mega “Mamma Mia!” marquee returned to the Winter Garden Theatre on 50th Street,...
My, my, how can we resist you? For the first time since 2013, the mega “Mamma Mia!” marquee returned to the Winter Garden Theatre on 50th Street,...
In recent years, some scientists and advocates have warned that playing contact sports like football and hockey may increase the risk of brain...
Kylie, a wild dolphin in Scotland, was seen chatting with her adopted family of harbor porpoises in their “language” back in 2022, representing a...