THE TWO WARS

Timaru Herald, Volume CXLIX, Issue 21971, 24 May 1941, Page 13

THE TWO WARS

He is gone, and by the Are His lonely mother sits, Her tears she's bravely stemming, As patiently she knits. Then when the flames die lower, She puts her work away, And gazing in the embers. Thinks of another day— When her brave man had sailed away, Twenty Ave years ago, To lands far across the sea. To fight against the foe. In Flanders field they laid him, His grave marked with a cross, His wife and small boy, Sonny, Were left to mourn their loss. Years have passed, and once again, The call comes o’er the foam, For brave lads to go and fight, For freedom and for home. And Sonny, now, to manhood grown, Has answered to the call, She once more sees a loved one go, So manly, straight, and tall. And now beside the fire she sits, Her thoughts are far away, But she’ll be worthy of her boy, Till he comes back some May. (5 Marks to Olive Hophlnson, age 15.) TIP AND TUP When the grass Is covered with dew. Up, my pussy finds my shoe. Tears It up and finds one more To pull to pieces as before. If I pull a string over the lawn, Hopping, jumping, like a fawn, He chases me ’till I release The string, for him to keep in peace. Now my pussy’s bright green eyes. Look with envy at some pies, Which Mother left upon the shelf, Among the plates and her delf. Up he jumps and down they crash, Upon their heads and off they dash. The dog and cat both run a race To reach the shed and hide each face. But along I come with stealthy tread, And find the culprits In the shed, But I forgive them. Now we lie, Together ’neath the cloudless sky. (Sent by Chrissie Castle, Tlmaru.) A CLOTHES HORSE We have a horse without any head; He Is never alive, And will never be dead. (Sent by Nancy Fraser, age 9. Tlmaru.) There wAI be many new steamship lines after the war. Britain will still rule the waves.