FROM THE POETS

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 18500, 22 February 1930, Page 12 (Supplement)

FROM THE POETS

HILL AND CLOUD.

Hills have no books, Hills have no play, A hill just looks At clouds all .day.

(But clouds are sheep Or smoky towns, Or gnomes asleep In muslin gowns;

Or heaps of rice In battered pails— Or huge white mice With wispy tails!)

Hills can’t read books, A hill can’t play; A hill just looks At clouds all day.

(But clouds are muffs, Or pears pale ripe, Or lazy puffs From God’s great pipe,

Or twisty mills An imp invented— No wonder hills Are so contented!) —Bert Cooksley