OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 27 July 1929, Page 20

OUR POETRY

DO YOUR BEST. ■(Sent by Murielle Rae.) Do your best, your very best, and do it every day. ■ . . . . Little boys and girls, that is the wisest way. So, if you read your little book, or if you learn to spell, Or if you’re playing at a game, be sure to do it well. What is your lessons should be hard, do not give up in sorrow; For, if you bravely try to-day, you 11 surely win to-morrow. WINTER TIME. (Sent by Betty Duncan.) Run! Run! the slide is down! We’ll warm ourselves without the sun! Now snow is here and frost’s begun, The. winter will be splendid fun! PUSSY WILLOW’S SECRET. (Sent by Daisy Higgins.) Pussy Willow had a secret, that the snow drop whispered her And she purred it to the wind as ho stroked her velvet fur; And the south wind hummed it softly to the busy honey bees; And they buzzed it to the blossoms on the crimson maple trees. They dropped it to the wood-brook, brimminrr full of melted snow, And the brooks told Robin Bedbreast as they chatted to and fro. Little Robin couldn’t keep it, so he sane it, loud and clear, To the sleeping fields and meadows, Wake up! Cheep up! The Spring is here! ' THE BLACK BIRD. (Sent by Phil Aldons.) In the far corner, close by the swings, Every morning a blackbird sings. His bill’s so yellow, his coat so black, That it just makes a fellow whistle back. Anne, my playmate, thinks that he Sings for us two especially. BABY. (Sent by Freda McCabe,) Baby has a dolly, Baby has a ball; Baby has a Noah’s Ark, And she plays ith them all.

Oh! Baby has a horse, And Baby has a bell, Bjaby has a picture book, And many things as well. I am not a babyI. go to school all day; And°learn to read and write As well as romp and play. PAULINE PRY. (Sent by Agnes Scott.) Pauline Pry, Would eat nothing but pie; Pic was her daily diet; Apple or Plum, She must have some, Or eke she wouldn’t be quiet. She would not eat Any bread or meat, Though plenty of those were handy, But would point and cry For a piece of pie, Or a stick of sugar candy! They heard her cry. In the Land of Pie And sent her dozens and dozens, Both tender and tough, ’Till she'd more than* enough For her sisters, her aunts, and her cousins! WALKING. (Sent by Wendy.) I don’t like walking with daddy, ’Cause daddy walks too fast; He eteps along with ’normous steps, And me —I trot along last. And I don’t like walked wif muvvcr, ’Cause she walks all jibbly-jog; But I tell you I do like walking Wif muvver, an’ dad, an’ the dog. For when they’re walking together, They walk very nice and slow; And I needn’t be always wif ’em— I go where I want to go. So Pepper-pot (that’s our doggie) An* me (my name is Jim). We play most wunnerful chasings, The two of us, me and him. The four Of US walk on Sundays, At least if it’s not too hot; Daddy likes walking wif muvvcr An’ I wif Pepper-pot. THE LAMPLIGHTER. “My tea is nearly ready, and the sun has left the sky— It's time to take the window to see Lceric going by; . For every night at tea-time before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder ho comes posting up street.

“Now Tom would be a driver and Marie go to sea, And my papa’s a banker, and m rich as he can be; But I, when am stronger, and can choose what I’m to do, 0, Lecrie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps with you.

“For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door, . And Leerie stops to light it, lights so many more; And 0, before you hurry by, ladder and with light, 0, Leerie, see a little child, to him to-night.” . qh , vnn3on —Robert Louis Stevenson. OUR SWEET-MAKIN? CORNER. CHOCOLATE DROPS. To three tablespoonsful of castor sugar add two of unswcctc ' C A’ h D^ st e chocolate, and mix to a smooh paste with a very little milk Pho pasU should be quite thick and veiy ucii "’puttte saucepan over a -as tin”, and cook Uic mixture lor fno minutes, stirring all tho saucepan from the heat, P quantities of chocolate from i P on to a greased paper, and allow toset. You can cover almonds, ginger cube*, or seedless raisins with this n \ ixt “s® J f you like, instead of making plain chocolate drops. Place tho almonds, etc., on a greased tin, and drop the chocolate carefully over them.