WINTER.

New Zealand Tablet, 19 June 1919, Page 13

WINTER.

-There s a corner in the orchard where the children used to play Underneath the apple tree any springtime day; Pearly blossoms sprinkled down at every rustling breeze And happy children’s laughter rang like music in the trees. ■ • The winter winds go whimpering around the orchard now; - The fruit has all been gathered in, and bare is every bough ; And only dead leaves whisper where children used to play And pearly blossom scattered in the springtime day. The corner of the orchard will be white again in spring, But I’ll never he* the voices of the children ring; And dead leaves falling is all that I shall see Where the children played together by the old apple tree. —Bernard Moore, in the New Witness.