WINTER.

Kai Tiaki : the journal of the nurses of New Zealand, Volume XVII, Issue 3, 1 July 1928, Page 138

WINTER.

The worms were the very first farmers to till The face of this rugged old planet; and still They break the leaves up m the tiniest bits To drag them right down thro' their long slender pits, And share them with clever Bacteria there, Who mix a rich compound, from leaves, mould. and air. These goggle-eyed chemists, m moisture from rain, Make elements soluble time and again, For the roots are so greedy, they cry: Give us more !

As they nose m and out of the chemist's front door, At their wit's end to feed such a vast host of veins, That wind thro' the trees like a net -work of trains : Not a moment to spare, have the fatherly roots. Our love they arouse As they feed, warm, and house, Such numberless mothers and sleepy wee shoots, For the Spring has begun, 'Ere the Autumn is past, And the Winter has come. _ R M Goldsmkh