EVENING MEDITATIONS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16848, 26 September 1922, Page 7

EVENING MEDITATIONS.

By WALT MASON. Often in ihe quiet gloaming by my cottage door 1 sit. from my tangled whiskers combing chiuohbugs, sandburs dust and grit. And l see the people chasing to some silly maudlin show ; all diversion-mad they’re racing, on their errands vain they go. Where tlie garish lights are burning in a. long parade they tramp: no one’s reading, go one’s learning, banished is the evening lamp. In my youth I read the pages writ by men of mighty domes, for there were no movie stages culling children from their homes. When the evening chores were finished 1 sat in our humble cot and, with pleasure undiminished. re ail Bill .Shakespeare, Pope and Scott. And my head is always ringing, as the day of toil expires, with tho music of their singing, with the echo of their lyres. And 1 soothe myself with verses as beneath my vine I rest, while the hoys, in speedster hearses, rush to see some Chap!infest. Time Lave changed and oft I wonder if with change we risk or sink, with the evening amp gone under and the poets on tlie blink. Tn their ears of tin and iron folks are going to the show ; no one spends a night with Bvron as I used to Ions: ago.