VERSES WE'VE MADE

Evening Post, Volume CXIX, Issue 104, 4 May 1935, Page 28

VERSES WE'VE MADE

AUTUMN GOLD. Golden In the garden. Golden In the glen, ' Golden, golden, golden. Autumn's here again. Golden in the tree tops, In the sky— Golden, golden, golden. Autumn's going by. "POPPY PRINCESS" (10), ' Mornlngton. : GARDEN GLORIES, ,;'■ f (Original.) A blaze ■of colour gleaming Beneath ah azure sky.. Crimson roses rambling, Hollyhocks towering high. Sweetpeas climbing -up the fence, - ■ Near lustrous marigold. Tho- night comes fast and darkening, The flowers their petals fold. The pansies nod their weary heads. Larkspurs sway sleepily. The flower fairies close their eyes. And slumber deeply. "STOKTGUIL." (16). Eelburn. . ■ "AUTUMN WINDS." (Original.) Tho tall trees are moaning, and heaving, and groaning. The tinted leases are crying, and sighing, For they are fast dying. The wind whistles and shrieks thro' the grey branches. Blowing aloft a jolly company of tiny leaflets, ■ • 4 Which whirl into capers and dances. "DE DE." (12). City. ■■ ■ ■; "LEAVES." ' . (Original.) Autumn, leaves are falling "* •■- On tho Earth's breast. Nature's gently calling ... Summer to her rest. ' . . Away the. birds are flying, y. All the trees are sighing ' For Oicy are grim and bare. -'■ Carillon bells are ringing, ' On the clear, cold air. < ,' ' , Tiny voices singing. Autumn's come to do her share. ■ On the years will roll ■•■..'. Till old age takes Its toll. And still the leaves will fall—fall—fall. "LONESOME." (14).