GREAT-GRANDFATHER
My great-grandfather made good spinning-wheels, And played the fiddle to us boya at night Before the cavern of the chimney’s light, When we lay fiat and clattered with our heels T° the tripping tunes of country jigs and reels. I can see it now: his shadow up the white Rough-plastered cabin like a giant’s height Among the rafters and Aha shapes of wheels. On the green spring evenings we would take that lane Down by the milk-house to the blossomed tree. Those dusks were chilly enough and smelt of rain And sometimes robins called out sleepily. There we would sit and he would say, “My lad, You’ll find it’s great and simple to be glad.” M. CLARE.
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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12423, 17 April 1926, Page 16
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