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We put together some poems that focused on various aspects of Nathanael's life. Each on of us read a selection, which was augmented by a timed photographic slideshow.

Born
By: Perry & Sandi

If the door’s ajar: you’re born in a tent

But little boys will do what they can

So when Mama and Papa to hospital went

Young Nathanael was born in the van!

Out
By: Briony

Our Nat would sleep sound in his pram

And on waking he sang out

But now he is oft in the gym

The place he likes best to hang out

Chat
By: Perry

If there was a feature of Nat

It would be his great need for a chat

The substance of his inquiring mind

Took him to the heights he climbed

Bronzed Aussie
By: Briony

Sun baking with a book has been done many times

And with a hat as well is not a new thing in hot climes

But Nathanael wore a woollen hat, a beanie t’was no less

And why he’d do so we agree: Is any body’s guess!

A Day at the Zoo
By: Sandi

Nathanael had an ice-cream a-walking round the zoo

You think he’d be so happy, but he was feeling blue

Why was the ice-cream failing to raise some happy smiles?

The reason was my friends:

That he’d just walked several miles

Boxes
By: Perry

His attachment to head wear began very young

And boxes were always a hit

He’d bang em, and wear em, and sometimes…

He’d forget to wear boxers… Oh…

…rats!

My Push-Bike Song
By: Briony (to the tune of The Push-Bike Song)

Riding along on my dinky Joey, when I noticed you

Thought I could go very fast on 4 wheels and impress you too

But 2 wheels are better with Jess on his bike

And the van is faster, so I know which I like


Chorus as desired…

Flying Sigh
By: Perry

A chance came his way to take to the skies

And when bouncing he’s not scared of falling

His Grandmother tried to open his eyes

Knowing full well it would beat crawling!

The Melon
By: Briony

The melon was left by the Sisters

To feed poor old Daisy the cow

But Nat felt like munch’n on melon for luncheon

Get this in my belly right NOW!

The Brothers Grim
By: Jesse

The brothers three were not so grim

Had horses and goats and chooks

At Fogarty’s pool they all learned to swim

Loved a good story, and read lots of books.

Trouble
By: Keren

A pressie from Lee created much fun

The world’s most giganticist bubble

Let astray by his brothers at such a young age

Who knows how he’s avoided more trouble?

Pardon?
By: Jesse

A golfer,

A gunman

A postie

He’s never cared much what’s been said:

Baguette, bacon, croissant, unnuuus:

Beret on your head.

Sport
By: Keren

To get to the top

It’s sometimes rocky

But he found his games

In cricket and hockey

PNG
By: Sandi

Papua New Guinea held no fear

In the garden he loved the spade and rake

In skin colour he had no peer

The cake…

the cake…

Come on guys: Just give me the cake!

Point Oh Oh Seven
By: Perry

Who’s this boy? We just don’t know…

Sneaking where the cannas grow

With snowy brows and upper lip

I’m sure we all thought he’d lost his grip!

A Shared Room
By: Keren

Sharing a room with a brother can be tough

When his teeth grinding means that my sleep’s not enough

Then locked doors and bunk beds would hardly deter

This boy from sleep walking out in the night air.

We don’t know if a snack or a chat were his aims

But we found him next door a-staring at James.

Hair
By: Sandi

Gimme a head with hair

Blond see-through hair

Shorn short, undercut

Spiked up to perfection

Gimme it done with gel

Gimme it hid by hats

Hair baby, there mamma,

everywhere daddy daddy hair.

Young Love
By: Perry

Love, love is true

When a computer is new

All the flashing lights & gizmo’s & gadgets

Making it into something that really is…

funtastic!

Monica
By: Sandi

Where do we begin to tell the story

Of young Monny and our Nat…

Old friends from school

And now it seems it’s more than that…