GRANDPA’S WAY.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 7, 13 February 1892, Page 167

GRANDPA’S WAY.

Mr grandpa is the strangest man ! Of course I love him dearlv. But really it does seem to me He looks at things so queerly. He always thinks that every day Is right, no matter whether It rains or snows, or shines or blows. Or what the kind of weather. When out-door fun is ruined by A heavy shower provoking, He pats my head, and says, ‘ You see The dry earth needs a soaking.' And when I think the day too warm For any kind of pleasure. He says, ‘ The corn has grown an inch — I see without a measure. ’ And when I fret because the wind Has set my thingsail whining. He looks at me, and says, ‘ Tut ! tut ! This close air needs a stirring !’ He says, when drifts are piling high. And fence-posts scarcely peeping, ‘ How waim beneath their blanket white The little tlowers are keeping 1’ Sometimes I think, when on his face His sweet smile shines so clearly, It would be nice if every one Could see things just so queerly ! M. K. B. W