OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 24 November 1934, Page 21 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

FAIRY GOLD.

(Sent by Alice Brock). In between the pinetree roots When the nights are cold Timid little bandicoots Dig for fairy gold.

Shining gold is hidden there, So the fairies say, Stolen from a mermaid’s hair, Far and far away.

Who shall find the fairies’ loot Where the pinetrees sigh? Not the timid bandicoot, Neither you nor I.

GRANDPA’S SPECTACLES.

(Sent by Eva Edgecombe). Oh mother! What will grandpa do ? He’s gone away to heaven, Without his silver spectacles That Uncle John had given. How can he read the papers there Or find his hickory staff ? He’ll put his coat on wrong side out And make the people laugh.

And when he takes the Bible down And wipes its dusty lid, He’ll never find his spectacles, Within the cover hid. There won’t be any little girl He likes as well as me, To run and hunt them up for him, And put them on his knee.

Oh dear! He’ll never find the place About the “wicked flee,” Or how the bears ate children up, That used to frighten me. So mother, if you’ll dress me up, Just like an angel bright, I’ll fix our ladder ’gainst the sky, And take them up to-night.

THE LITTLE SILVER FISHES,

(Sent by Robin Voitrekovsky). Little silver fishes Darting to and fro, I can see you shining As you come and go. In the bright cool water Merrily you play;

That is very pleasant On a sunny day; But when the- winter passes by Through the pretty glen Little silver fishes, What do you do then ? ON A BIRTHDAY MORNING. (Sent by Yvonne Richardson). The peacock sits on the terrace rail (All on a birthday morning), The peacock sits on the terrace rail With a thousand eyes to his burnished tail. Vanity . Jane, who is two times two, Walks on the terrace in something new, Oh, ribbons and ribbons and shoes and socks! It I may be the newest of bran new frocks! . (All on a birthday morning). “Look at me!” Vanity Jane, she cries (All on a birthday morning). “Look at me, look, Mr. Thousand Eyes!” Oh, all the wonders beneath the skies! The peacock stirs on the terrace rail, And the thousand eyes of his burnished tail Glance and glint in the birthday sun. Dear Vanity Jane, what very proud fun! (All on a birthday morning). IN GRANNIE’S GARDEN. (Sent by Myrtle Rogers). In our Grannie’s sunny garden Dear old-fashioned flowers grow— Scented stocks and velvet pansies, Tall white lilies, pure as snow! Lavender, whose soft-hued blossoms Often tempt the passing bees, Grows along the box-edged border, Underneath the apple trees. In dear" Grannie’s pretty garden Roses clamber o’er the wall, Glowing in the noon-tide sunshine, Dew-gemmed in the even-fall; Other roses cluster thickly Round the latticed window-pane, And the quaint-shaped paths are brightened By the poppies’ ruddy flame. In our Grannie’s pretty garden In the autumn sunflowers shine, And above the rustic arbours Clematis and woodbine twine; Birds nest in the leafy branches, In the sunshine of the spring, And we like so much to listen To the merry songs they sing! —Maud Sargent.

THE POPLAR TREE.

(Sent by Tinker Bell). Beyond the bending cornfield That meets the windy sky, There stands a lonely poplar Who stoops as we pass by.

He whispers fairy secrets, And tells of distant lands That lie across the valley, Among the golden sands.

He watches silver rivers That we can never see Come singing from the mountains, To meet the shining sea.

But still he’s Very lonely, He stands so straight and tall, I know he loves to whisper His secrets to us all.

—Marion Derwln.

RAINBOWS.

(Sent by Baby Margaret). Do you know where rainbows go, when the storm's passed by ? Do you wonder why they fade, vanish

from the sky ? Fairies make them, hang them there,

fairies rub them out, Break them up in tiny pieces, scatter

them about. Blue and gold and white and purple,

fall to earth as showers, Wake again in garden borders, nod in garden bowers.