SLIGO BAA

New Zealand Tablet, 9 December 1920, Page 35

SLIGO BAA

Father and mother pace the shore; The children, racing on before. Hold a red kerchief to the breeze That sweeps in from the seas. The breeze creeps to one heart and cries A tale of starry destinies. And the red flares of heaven burn, Bidding one strayed return. Shall the great words the west wind said Bo prisoned in a kerchief red, And all the sunset’s proud desire Burn in a cabin fire? Bird of ray thought, fly, fly away Ere twilight closes in the bay. The ebbing waters bid you come : Not here but there is home. —Susan L. Mitchell.