OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 16 September 1939, Page 11

OUR POETRY

—By Walter de la Mare.

PIECES THAT TINKS HAVE SENT SPRING

(Sent by Elva O'Donnell)

The fields are white with daisies, The meadows green with grass, All the bees are buzzing As from flower to (lower they pass. The fleeing clouds are moving Across the azure sky, And daffodils are blooming. For spring is drawing nigh. FAIRY SCHOOL

(Sent by Esme Death)

1 wonder if you've ever seen A fairy school, For fairies have a lot to learn, It is a rule. The school is in a hollow space, Inside a tree, And there at 10 o'clock each mom, They have to be. The teachers are Gay Golden Wings And Fairy Snow, Who teach the fairies all the things They ought to know. And at the annual sports day, The Fairy Queen, With all the fairy court as well, Is always seen. If sometimes you should not desire To go to school, Remember fairies have to go, It is a rule; And what is good for fairy folk Is good as well For little !ads and lasses, too, I have heard tell. COME WITH ME

(Sent by Daphne anci May Adlam)

Oh, who will come along with me To spend a lovely day Among the meadows and the fields Abloom with flowers gay? Where honeysuckle, climbing up The hedgerows, scents the air, And meadowsweet and marigolds Are blooming everywhere. Where butercups and daisies grow, And clover, red and white; Upon the grass, so fresh and green, They make a pretty sight. There is no school on Saturday, So that's the day to go; Without a doubt, we're sure to spend A lovely time, you know! MASTER RABBIT

(Sent by Elva Williams)

As I was walking, ■ Thyme sweet to my nose, Green grasshoppers talking, Rose rivalling Rose. And wings like amber, Outspread in light, And from bush to bush The linnets took flight Master Rabhit I saw In the shadow-rimmed mouth Of his sartdy cavern Looking out to south. 'Twas dew-tide coming, The turf was sweet To nostril, curved tooth. And wool-soft feet. Sun was in west, Like crystal in beam. Of its golden shower Did his round eye gleam. Lank horror was I, And a foe, poor soul!— Sriowy flit of a scut, He was into his hole. And stamp, stamp, stamp! Through dim labyrinths clear, The whole world darkened, A human near!

LAUGHING

(Sent by Maggie Schultz)

King Ber-RoUy Was so jolly, When he laughed things tumbled down: Matches, candles, Keys and handles, And of course his golden crown. Such a rumbling, And a tumbling, When King Rolly laughed a lot; In the palace Housemaid Alice Ran about till she wa. hot. Hither thitcher, All a-dither, Picking up things tumbling down: Cups and dishes, Bowls of fishes, And of course his golden crown. WHY PUSSY WASHES HER FACE ATTER MEALS

(Sent by Paul Thompson)

You may have noticed, little friends, That cats don't wash their faces Before they eat, as children do In all good Christian places. Well, years ago a famov: cat, The pangs of hunger feeling, Chanced to catch a find young mouse Who said as he ceased squealing— "All genteel folks their faces wash, Before they think of eating." And, wishing to be thought well bred, Puss heeded his entreating. But when she raised her paw to wash, Chance of escape affording, The sly young mousie said, "Goodbye!" Without respect to wording. A feline council met next day And passed. in solemr meeting, A law forbidding any cat To wash till after eating. SPLASH!

(Sent by "Miss Clover")

"Splash!" said the raindrop And sat upon my mack. "Splash!" said another one, And ran down my neck. "You're very rude," I said and looked Up into +he sky, And another little raindrop fell Splash! into my eye. mmilllMIIIMI»IMIIIIMIMMmiM!«MI»IMtlMmillMMimillMMMI»