OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 15 September 1934, Page 21 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

FAIRY THINGS. (Sent by Betty Dodds). Little white mushrooms, Thatched with brown. These are the houses, Of fairy town. Little white violets, Dainty and sweet, You will make shoes For fairy feet. , Little pink rose petals, With edges that curl, You’ll make a frock, For a fairy girl. Tall, slender poppy Flaunting red You’ll make a cradle For a fairy head. AND SO TO BED. (Sent by Hazel Macdonald). Oh, Golly is so wide awake And Dolly’s fast asleep, And Binkie Boy with all the toys Lies huddled in a heap. I wonder what they really do When I am tucked in bed. Oh, will they go to Shut-eye Town, Or play all night instead ? THE SNOW. MAN. ' . (Sent by Adelma McDavitt). See, here's a man so fond of cold He cannot stand the heat, I’m told; The breezes of a summer day Would simply make him melt away. His friends are very, very few, ! He’s far too cold for me and you, And he would be completely lost Without his faithful friend, Jack Frost. Together they must always be— They cannot live apart, you see, And when old Jack Frost goes away The Snow Man can no longer stay.. ' THE MAN IN THE MOON. <Sent by Dicky Boy). How did you get there, Oh Man in the Moon ? Did you take a long flight On the tail of a kite ? Pray, tell me, oh Man in the Moon I I don’t think it’s fair

That you should be there With the Moon to yourself all if e while— If you can fly high, '' Why shouldn’t I try ? -> ■ It doesn’t look more than a mile. MY NEW SHOES. (Sent by Shirley O’Sullivan). My new shoes are black and bright, ■ Heel and top and toe. Watch the left and watch the right When I move them so. My new shoes are gay and bright See them when I walk! . Hear them squeaking, people say— That is how they talk. My new shoes are very clean, Heel and top and toe., .-r . . . , Not a speck of dust is seen, ~ I must keep them so. FOREST SLEEP. (Sent by Ruby Allen). I used to think, when I was small, The forest never slept at all; All through the night In the pale moon-light Its trees unsleeping stood. But I am older now, and know That when the night winds blow, They sigh from tree to tree, and bring— So lovely is the song they sing— Sweet sleep upon them all. THE DEWDROP FAIRIES. (Sent by Tinker Bell). Would you see the dewdrop fairies Scatter gems among the flowers ? You must waken very early In the summer morning hours. When the moon is slowly rising And the stars begin, to peep, All the fairies grow quite busy, Bringing dewdrops while you sleep. If you wish to see these fairies You must bid the dustman fly, And creep forth very softly While the moon is in the sky. For ’tis then the fairies scatter Dewdrops while they dance and sing— If you search among the meadows You will find the fairies’ ring. If you hide among the grasses, ■ And keep very, very still, You may see the dewdrop fairies— But—l hardly think you will. THE LAUGHING BROOK. (Sent by Nelson Sulzberger). Why do you laugh, little brook, little brook, And why so dimpled and gay ? And what did you hear as you came through the wood And what did you see on the way ? “Such fun as’ I’ve had! I saw in the; wood The violets opening, their eyes, ... The little ferns straightening out their curls, And Jack-in-the-pulpit rise. . . • “The sunbeams in passing threw me a' kiss, The breezes whispered to me;. . ; And the tiny pebbles tickled me so, I couldn’t help laughing, you see.” j THE YEAR’S ROUND. (Sent by Joan Miller). The crocus, while the days are dark, Unfolds its saffron sheen; At spring's soft touch, the crudest bark Discovers gems of green. Then sleep the seasons, full of might, While slowly swells the pod ■ And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushrooms burst the sod. The winter falls, the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars, The snowdrifts heap against the hut, And night is pierced with stars.