CHILDREN’S VERSES.

Waikato Times, Volume 111, Issue 18642, 21 May 1932, Page 15 (Supplement)

CHILDREN’S VERSES.

THE BIRTHDAY OAKE.

Oh, please you musn’t talk to me 1 I haven’t ‘line to stop. I’m going: to huy such lots of things At Air Grocer’s shop.

Fresh butter, eggs, an’ jam an’ spies An’, sugar, too, I’ll take. I’m going to bake my biggest doll A ’normous Birthday Cake I

(Sent by Doris Marr, Hamilton.)

VERSE. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams, I bear light shade for the leaves when laid. In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast, As she danoes about the sun I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. (Sent by Joan Green (9), Frankton.) THE BRAVEST OF BATTLES. The bravest battles that ever were fought, Shall I tell you whore and when? On the maps of the world you’ll And It nol; ’Twas fought by mothers of men.

IS T ay, not with cannon or battle shot, With sword, or nobler pen; Nay, not with eloquent word or thought From mouths of wonderful men.

But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart — Of women that would not yield—--But bravely, silently, bore her part— Loi There is that battlefield.

No marshalling troop, no bivouac

song, No banner to gleam and wave, But, oh, these battles 1 They last so long— From babyhood to the grave!

(Sent by “ The Warbler,” Grey Street Fairfield.)

THE CLOCK. What time is it, I wonder? It must be getting late; I want some bread-and-butter Upon my painted plate— I feel I cannot wait.

This dandelion-dock will tell me. I'll blow it—one,two, three, Six, live, eight, twelve, eleven— I’m sure it’s time for tea I'll just run in and seel (■Sent by Eileen Smith, Rotokauri.)

THE VAGABOND. Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heavens above And the byway by me. Ben in the bush with stars to see, Bread I tip in the river— There’s the life for a man like me, There’s the life for ever. Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o’er me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Not a friend to know me All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me. (Sent by Valma Rowe (12), Franlcton.) AUTUMN. (Original.) The grass is green, The flowers, -are out, Tile sun is shining hJgh, The trees are green once more, So that the fairies, elfs, and Gnomes can play there once again.

The fairies in their brightest colours. The gnomes are in the trees, The elfs are in forlorn leaves. That the elm treo has shed.

The sun is shining on the Queen, The grass is underneath her feet, So smooth, so green, so pretty, too, With all tho dazzling colours, The fairies dance around her feet. The elfs wait on her. The gnomes arc watchers so no harm would come to her.

(?ent by “White Wing's” (S) Hamilton).