OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 15 July 1933, Page 19 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

HAVE YOU WATCHED THE FAIRIES ? (Sent by Baby Margaret) Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun ? I have, I have ! Isn’t it fun ? Have you heard the fairies all among the limes, Singing little fairy tunes to little fairy rhymes ? I have, I have, lots and lots of tunes I Have you seen the fairies dancing in the air, And dashing off behind the stars to tidy up their hair ? I have, I have, I’ve been there I —Rose Fyleman. WISHES. (Sent by Tinker Bell.) 1 wish I liked rice ‘pudding, I wish I were a twin, ' I wish some day a real live fairy Would just come walking in, I wish when I’m at table My feet would touch the floor, I wish our pipes would burst next winter, Just like they did next door. I wish that I could whistle Real proper grown-up tunes, I wish they’d let me sweep the chimneys On rainy afternoons. I’ve got such heaps of wishes, I’ve only said a few; I wish that I could wake one morning And find they’d all come true ! —Rose Fyleman. THE PILLOW FIGHT. (Sent by Rex Woodley.) Something happened in the night, The fairies had a pillow fight; For days we’d seen their pillows lie All soft and cloud-like in the sky. We didn’t hear them overhead, For we were snugly tucked in bed, But when the sun this morning shone The piled up pillow clouds had gone, And all the world was covered white With feathers fallen in the fight. MEMORIES. (Sent by Merle Druce.) Sitting by the fireside, In a padded old arm-chair, Grandpa was telling stories, To all the children there. The stories which he told them, Were of his dear home town; When his eyes were twinkling bright, And his hair of darkest brown. Altho’ he was by the fire-side, His memories were still Back imhis mother’s cottage,' By a dancjng meadow rill. But now he is old and lonesome, His hair no longer brown. He still has these sweet memories As the sands of life run down. THE FAIRY. (Sent by Margaret Adam.) As I was coming homeward, One early summer’s day, I met a little fairy, Tripping on her way. Her bonnet was a blue bell, A daisy was her gown, Her wings were bits of sunshine, Trimmed with thistle-down. I think she’d been to market, For, as she hurried by, I peeped into her basket, To see. what I could spy— A pair of golden slippers, A reel of silver thread,A tiny jar of honey,. A weeny loaf of bread! SPRINGTIME. , (Sent by Veda Garcia.) This little lambkin here, called Ned, An orphan is;, he’s bottle-fed. This bonny calf is christened Nell— She’s such a gentle darling, too I - She’s only one week old to-day, And finds the world so gay and new. I have a secret that I won’t tell Of babies in a nest as well! JACK FROST. To be sung to the time of “John Peel." (Sent by “Desert Gold.”) D’ye ken Jack Frost With his coat so white, . D’ye ken Jack Frost In the middle of the night; . D’ye ken Jack Frost . When he’s sparkling bright. In the sun, or a winter’s morning ? Chorus— For he nips our fingers And he nips our toes, i He leaves red noses wherever he goes; He makes us get quickly into our clothes, When we get up in the morning. THE GOBLIN CARRIER. Oh, a cheerful little fellow Is the Goblin Carrier-Man, He rides about the livelong day, Upon his little van. Through Toadstool Town he travels, And though he’s sure, he’s slow I Because a slimy, sleepy Snail Act as his horse, you know. - They find him very useful— The Fairies and the Elves— : For he does heaps of littl jobs They cannot do themselves. . And if an Elf is moving house, The Carrier-Man will stow Her furniture, and take it safe To where she wants to go. He carts all sorts of luggage For he does heaps of little jobs They love to see him coming, . And hear his latest joke. And when his work is finished, He calls his little wife, And packs her in behind, and off They go, to see some life!