VERSE OLD AND NEW

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LV, Issue 17185, 15 February 1930, Page 9

VERSE OLD AND NEW

REAL THING

Such real things there are lo do!

Love someone well, and, loving too, Kind thoughts, will bring In all you meet; Kind actions making life complete; For loving warms the heart anew!

So, every day, wbate’er ensue,

And be your sides, or grey, or blue, Keep loving someone good and sweet! Such real things there are to do!

Amongst the duties we pursue, Find time -old friendships to renew! For only happy things entreat; Let hate become quite obsolete! Love someone really staunch and true! That’s one real thing we all can do!

—Kilbee Gordon

A MAN AND RES RADIO.

He sits beside his radio, Vet; ncjt of! earth, the inner glow That shines upon his eager fa.ee, His spirit roams somewhere in space, In mystic robes lie wanders far, Like ghosts that flit front star to star.

He turns the many-numbered dial, And listens for a. little while. Then leaps upon it with a frown, “That static must be hammered down. ’ ’ He bridges continents of land, With, one swift turning of his hand.

From Frisco’s battlements lie hears, The hissing sound of hoots and cheers, A prize-fight or a game of ball, A movie dance, he knows them alj. Anil grins at; each familiar name, lie knows the measure of their fame.

■He strips the fetters from his soul, He hears them talk from pole to polo, From barren waste and frozen snows. With one breath-taking swoop tie goes, To sumo enchanted Southern Isle, At Wn.itaki he rests a while.

He eatcln's with a beam of light The voices passing in the night. Lost laughter ami a snatch of song, A whisper as if. creeps along The silver highways of the air, To vast unmeasured heights, some where.

Like homing pigeons in I heir flight, Safe heme he travels through the night. From outposts scattered far and wide, Hack to iiis cheerful fireside, He comes with sleepy eyes aglow. And smokes beside Ids radio. —Edna .fatpies.

AT A HOOK’S END.

The pencil falls. Now farewell must be said To those bright lovely ghosts, who for a space Were cherished in my heart. 1. watch each face Pass where 1 rnav not follow. All are fled, And I, like one that lingers with the dead, Wait in this empty room, till in their place ' __ k

Colne other men, whose story I may t race Till they, too, leave my heart uuconilo rtod. Those are no shadows lonjurod in the mind, Tlnur radiant beauty from no fancy blown; These arc bright buds on an immortal stem, Souls that see clearly where my eyes are blind, Who know swift ardours I have never known, .

And I am. but the glass that mirrors them. : ■'‘■'{j —S. Denys Hooke. * Spray rooms with Flyiox. Kills mosquitoes, insects, etc. Possesses perfumelike fragrance. IStaialoss.* .[