VERSE OLD AND NEW

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LII, Issue 17154, 2 October 1926, Page 11

VERSE OLD AND NEW

FIRESIDE DREAMS. A little child sat dreaming In the firelight’s ruddy glow, And always at her bidding Flashed bright pictures to and fro. Of ladies great in purple robes And jewels rich and rare, And every time the firelight glowed. She saw fresh pictures there.

As close beside the lire she .sat Upon her little stool, Imagination led her by the merry skating pool Where gentlemen in scarlet coats, And velvet, caps were seen Assisting ladies (fair to see) all Dressed in velvet sheen.

She sighed with pleasure as- they passed Upon the glistening ice. Oh; please she cried, pray don’t, fall in, in, Or else it won’t be nice. They smiled and waved their hands to her And gayly passed along. And as they vanished from her sight Bhe heard their lilting song.

She gazed again, and 10, she saw* A mansion rich and fair, Ami lots of little children sweet, Wore playing nice games there. And one tot wore a snow-white robe With sasli of palest blue. Ah, me, the child sighed, how I wish. So much that I were vou.

The tire died down, the children left And vanished from her sight. The little child closed tired eyes Against the fading light. A pair of strong arms round her strayed, And lifted her—just so: My darling child, you’re half asleep, So off to bed you go. L. Minnis.

SEI’TE.MBER WINDS. September winds are blowing 'rile blossoms oil’ I In; ", fi• <vs ; Pink inn! white they scatter Sweet fragments on the breeze. September winds are blowing. And all young life's a-shiver; Babies —woolly, furred and featlicred | Are all alike a-.quiver, September winds are blowing, j The dust clouds down our street; Interspersed for changes i With stinging min and sleet. September winds nre blowing ' Old winter far away; .Heralding with wild q'eird music j New .Summer ’s long, bright day. I —Olive Sticliluiry. , Gisborne. j BROADCASTING. jin the hushed, curtained room I stood j alone [And read mv rhymes out to the miero- | phone. Yet scarce could I. believe lhal every } word d I breathed, perhaps a thousand listeners heard. Rather I felt like some poor ghost behind > Death’s down-dropped curtain, shut out from his kind, Desperate to make vet-living loved ones hear Some food last message ihut woiud ,make all (tear. —Wilfrid Gibson. In London Oh-'orver. IN Till: WOODS. Roamed [lie laughing woods one day, Love and .1 Sunshine splashed her patterns gay; Bits of sky Laughing, too, peeped gayly down Through the forest 's foliage mown; Joyous Nature wears no frown When Love in nigh.

Warhlefs trill the leaves among — List ’niug leaves! Wise owl in his mating song Gently grieves; Twin-Rowers garland mossy mounds, Ferns uncurl their fring-ed fronds; Bubbling brook that knows no bonds Love’s magic weaves.

Through the sombre wood t walk. Now alone; Hopeless hopes my footsteps stalk — Love lias flown; Flowers sad-eyed stare; they know Hearts break: birds croon soft and low Shadows steal o’er pailis below — The tall trees groan. Elizabeth Manners.