MY UNCLE JACK

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXIX, Issue 20105, 11 May 1935, Page 13

MY UNCLE JACK

A knock on the door. “Who is there?” Mother says, “Open it, please, my dear.” —’Tis Uncle Jack! Oh! what delight! We’ll have a fine old game to-night. A game of ball? —That would be fun! A romp on the lawn, and then a run. ’Tis dark too soon, but never mind, We’ll have another game of some kind. There’s ludo or pit, and cards, or pingpong, Or tiddlywinks;—now let’s have a song. A bath and supper; a friendly fight; —Who’ll be first in bed? Now folks, good-night. (Georgina Constable, Temuka). mother and father In the journey of life as we travel along, To the future that is hidden from sight, We may stumble sometimes on pathways wrong, But Mother is there to guide us aright. Through pathways of sorrow our feet may be led. Clouds gather densely and darkness appear; But no matter whither we wander or tread, Father is there with a smile of good cheer. They toil for us in our childhood days, To educate, feed and clothe us well; They battle for us through stormy ways. And we love them more than words can tell. (3 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to Georgina Constable, Temuka).