I'm Sally Murphy, an Australian author of over 30 children's books. I'm also the slightly crazy mother of six beautiful kids. You'll find bits of me buried somewhere in every one of my books. I love reading, writing, and speaking about reading and writing.

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Poetry Friday: Trash and Treasure

It’s Poetry Friday again and, since the sun has finally decided to put in an appearance, I thought I’d share another beach poem. I wrote this one a while ago, but thought I’d match it with some of my more recent photos (though I didn’t have a starfish picture so it doesn’t match up completely).

Anyway, here it is:

And here’s the poem if you’d prfer to read it for yourself”

Trash and Treasure

Each night
the sea
deposits her rubbish
along the shore:
even a starfish
she no longer needs.
In the morning
her trash becomes my treasure.

(Copyright Sally Murphy)

Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Irene at Live Your Poem.

Wonderful Wednesday



It is – finally – starting to look and feel like Spring in my part of the world. This morning I walked bare foot on the beach, with my feet in the water. There were dolphins swimming just off shore, dogs playing on the beach, and fellow walkers smiling as broadly as I was. And I felt happy and grateful to be alive.

If you are a regular visitor here, you might notice that I don’t post a lot about my personal life, but my sense of contentment this morning inspired me to write a bit this post. Those who know e well know it’s been a bit a tough year for me – I lost my beautiful sister, I’ve had niggling (but thankfully minor) health issues, other people close to me have had health battles, and I’ve been a bit stressed about deadlines and stuff.

But on a beautiful day like today, I’m reminded of the importance not to discount those sorrows but, at the same time, to find things to be grateful for and happy about. So, today, here’s what makes me feels blessed:

  1. The family I was born into, the family I married into, the family my beloved and I have created, and the families our children are growing. Four generations of love and laughter – and chaos.
  2. The sunshine, and the ocean, and the fact I can enjoy both.
  3. Friends, near and far, who always seem to pop up at just the right moments.


Hmm. Maybe I’ll make  regular thing of sharing my blessings. It makes me smile even more when I put them into words.


Have a wonderful Wednesday.

Sage’s Adventures in the Wild

No, Sage has not gone wild, but my friend, fellow author Kat Apel, sent me this photo of Sage Cookson’s Sweet Escape in the Bundaberg Library, and I thought it might be fun to start a series of posts of where Sage has been posted.


Here’s Kat’s pic.


iI you’re in the Bundaberg area, pop along to the library and check Sage out.

And if you’ve seen Sage out and about – in a library, bookshop, or in your own home, send me a picture and I’ll post it here.



Poetry Friday: The Milkbar

It’s supposed to be the middle of Spring here, but it sure feels like winter is here to stay – it is cold and wet and miserable. I long to be barefoot at the beach, soaking up some sun and even swimming, but that all seems so far away  as we’ve just finished our coldest September on record and October has continued the trend. So, feeling a bit miserable about this, I decided I needed to share a happy poem for today’s Poetry Friday. And the wintry weather has given me lots of photos to go with it, so I decided to record it. Here it is, The Milkbar.

Hopefully by next week I’ll be writing about Spring springing, but in the meantime. have a great Friday. The Poetry Friday roundup will be hosted by  Violet.



Poetry Friday: The Cookie Thief

Yesterday, I visited my parentsfor the day and, for the first time in a looooong time I helped my mum make biscuits (cookies, as some of you might call them). Actually, Mum made the mixture, but I helped her roll them into balls ready for baking, a task made easier with two of us to work through the huge batch. I thought I would come home and write about it, but after cooking making I helped in the garden, then came home exhausted and now it’s Poetry Friday and the poem isn’t written, so instead I went searching for this poem, which I like and thought was worth sharing.

For my labours, I managed to bring home some of those delicious cookies., so maybe they will still inspire me to write my own poem.


Have a great Friday. Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Karen Edmiston.