LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 19833, 23 June 1934, Page 13

LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

WINTER O gloomy Winter! thou art here! Making us shudder with dread fear; For when you send your South-East breeze It seems to make our marrow freeze. And then thy frost and hail and sleet Doth torture face and hands and feet, And yet thou hast a kinder mood; For thou preparest soil for food, And, with thy snowy mantle warm, The sleeping plants keep safe from harm. And then, what bliss to girl and boy; What happy and delirious joy, When, springing from their cosy bed, They see thy snowy mantle spread Outside, and quickly, merrily plan To make a bouncer, snowy man. Then, with what rapture skaters glide, While little tots enjoy a slide, And down the shingly mountain sides The swift toboggan safely rides; And curlers give their hands a smack To see their stone-bowls near the jack. O Winter! we would welcome thee, If to old folk you'd kinder be; For when you launch your deadly dart, From life they’re often forced to part. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to Alice Keeffe, Lake Coleridge.). WINTER GAMES In winter time, When cold winds blow, I love to watch The pretty snow Falling softly Through the air, And covering The ground so bare; For I know That there will be Lots of fun For little me. With snow-balls round I’ll have a fight, And make my sister Such a fright! And then I’ll roll A big snow-ball, And make a snowMan fat and tall. And then, perhaps, I’ll make a slide Beside the road So long and wiae (5 Marks and a Merit Card Awarded to i Reta Keeffe, Lake Coleridge.)

CIRCLIANS C’s for Circlians who write each month, I is for the Interest we take, R is for Reading the Children’s Page, C is for Catches we sometimes make, L is for the Letters we write, I’s for the Ideas that fill each mind, A is the Answer to the puzzle, N is for all the News we find, S is for Sadness we leave behind. (3 Marks and a Merit Card Awarded to Jean Ramsay, Timaru.) THE WIND The wind blows o’er the tree-tops, And it whistles round the house, But it never seems to stop Though I sit quiet as a mouse. And when I go away to school It blows my hair all over my face, And at times it is very cool; But when it blows hard, away I race. I watch the autumn leaflets fall And make a carpet on the ground, And I often hear the south wind cal]— It makes me shiver to hear the sound. (3 Marks and a Merit Card Awarded to Margaret Morrison, Albury.) LITTLE SOCKS Baby socks upon a line. All woolly, warm, and tiny; Waving over dewy grass, Windrippled and sunshiny. Chubby little feet that hide Within their gentle curvings, Dance and race along the paths That run in sudden swervings. Little socks of dainty rose And red of ripest cherries; Azure, white, and golden hued As wings of gay canaries. Little socks! The tiny feet That seem so prone to roving Cannot pass the faith that keeps I Prayer in a mother’s loving. ! (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to Joyce Gibson, Timaru). The Neighbours Teacher; Johnny, do you know the population of London? Johnny; Not all of them, miss; we haven’t lived in London long.