OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 13 April 1935, Page 21 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

THE DONKEY. (Sent by Thelma Smith.) I saw a donkey, one day old; His head was too big for his neck to hold; His legs were shaky and long and loose, They rocked and staggered and were not much use. He tried to gambol and frisk a bit, But he wasn’t sure of the trick of it. His queer little coat was soft and grey, And curled at his neck in a lovely way. His face was wistful and left no doubt That he felt life needed some thinking out He turned his steps now east, now west, And then lay fiat on the ground to rest. He looked so little and weak and slim, I prayed the world might be good to him. WISHES. (Sent by Norma Mapp.) I wish that I could dress in fur ,Just like our cat upon the hearth, And give myself a lick like her—’Twould be an easy way to bath! DRESSING UP. (Sent by Evelyn Burnard.) Not one of mother’s children Can be found at home to-day, I don’t know what’s become of them, They must be far away. For I’m a fierce Red Indian And John’s a growling bear, And Marian, the beauty, Is a dancing lady fair. f A GOOD NAME. (Sent by Jessie Putt.) Children, choose it, Don’t refuse it, ’Tis a precious diadem, highly prize it, Don’t despise it, You’ll need it when you’re men. THE BEST OF ALL. (Sent by Tinker Bell.) Summer is over, but never mind — There’s a heap of loveliness left behind; There are haws and bracken and yellow leaves, And fields that have shone with golden sheaves; There is dew all bright on the bramble spray, And a silver spider’s web to-day! There are ripe red apples upon the trees That drop with a thud in the passing breeze! Though spring and summer are past recall, • , I think that the autunm is best of all! THE BALLOON LADY. ■ (Sent by Shirley Marcroft.) I know a nice lady with such a red face; She sits on the comer by Abinger Place. She sits on a stool and she wears a black bonnet, With hel’yotrope flowers all bobbin’ upon it, An’ bobbin’ as well on the end of their strings, . She’s b’loons for us children who likes pretty things. She‘s b’loons in all colours—an’ only a penny! She sits an’ she sits till she hasn’t got any. OUR PETS. (Sent by Keith Knofflock.) Bobby keeps rabbits, one white and one brown, And Dick on his pony can gallop to town, Nora has chickens, I think there are ten Safe under the wing of the speckledy hen, And I have a kitten with fur black as jet, But dear Baby Jenny is every one’s pet. , COWSLIPS. (Sent by Ngaio Willison.) 0 sweet the smell of the cowslip bell! Was ever flower so sweet? I picked it where its soft leaves fell Around its dainty feet. How slender is its golden throat! How soft its scented face! It hangs from out its green pale coat With pretty drooping grace. “E” BEFORE “F.” (Sent by Jessie Putt.) “E” comes before “F” So it’s “eyes” before “feet”; You should look every way When you’re crossing the street. “E” is also for “ears” And it often may be The ears hear the danger The eyes cannot see. Your ears and your eyes Come first then your feet, All listen and look Before crossing the street. A THANK-YOU SONG. (Sent by Dawn Clements.) Thank you, rain for coming; Thank you, sunny weather; I and my wee garden Thank you both together. I must pull the weedlings, I must do the hoeing: Rain will swell the seedlings, Sun will set them growing, Then’s the time for raking; I must set about it, Though my back is aching; Plants can’t do without it. Thank you, rain, for coming, Thank you, sunny weather; I and my wee garden Thank you both together. • AUTUMN. (Sent by Elizabeth Davidson.) Golden in the garden, Golden in the glen Golden, golden, golden, Autumn is here again. Golden in the tree-tops, Golden in the sky, Golden, golden, golden, Autumn going by. I WISH. (Sent by Marjory Mason.) Said the first little chicken With a queer little squirm, “Oh, I wish I could find A fat little worm!” Said the next little chicken With an odd little shrug, “I wish I could find A fat little bug!” Said the third little chicken With a sharp little squeal, “Oh, I wish I could find Some nice yellow meal!” “Now, see here,” said the mother, From the green garden patch, “If you want any breakfast, You just come and scratch!”