VERSES WE'VE MADE

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 80, 1 October 1938, Page 20

VERSES WE'VE MADE

~\. SPRING. (Original.) I love to stroll down a country lane In Spring, While the birds In hedgerows joyfully sing. While the poplars sigh and shiver And. the tail fronds gently quiver, In the Spring. I love to stand "neath cherry trees In Spring. While its long arms, flow'ry petals gently fling, While I gaze on its great beauty, I feel ready for my duty In the Spring. •■...■ "LONESOME STRANGER." City , Mlf SISTER. (Original.) My sister Js a cheeky imp, She's only- just a little shrimp. Her hair is gold, Her eyes ere blue, Her mouth is rosy-red, it's true, She plays with all her doll's all clay. And walks .about In the cheekiest way, My Sister. ' "LITTLE DRESSMAKER" (10). City. ►t« * »2» THE GIPSY CAMP. (Original.) Under the oak trees, Down by the brook, There's a gipsy caravan, Camped in a shady-nook. There the dark-eyed gipsy maids. Keep their gay house clean. And when the work Is done, Bathing in the-water they're seen. Underneath the oak trees Are violets, small and shy, ■»•» Nestling by the maiden-fern, Peeping at the bright, blue sky. "GREAT GREENFEATHER" (13). Johnsonville.

i TOMMY'S TABLES, (Original.) Tommy's tables worried him. He iearnt them without vim, And—this is how he did it. One and one are two I (Now what shall I do?) Two and two are four (Now it's on the floor). Three and three are six (Now I'm in a fixl) Four and four are I Four and four are I ; There goes Dad's old car I The imp in me says "O! "Now he's gone, I- can go." : "COUNTRY MOUSE" (11), ! Levin.. <S> * # A RIVERSIDE REVERIE. (Original.) ; I love to lie upon the bank of a. laughing, I dimpling stream, As it gurgles and eddies 'neath the sun's bright j beam. While the weeping willows whisper a fairy dream. ißy what they have told me ot this fairy dream, j I should love to visit this maglo,. rippling stream, When dusk has long . since faded, and twl- ' light's shadows wane, i i When the silence and the solitude of night reign. Myriads of stars would twinkle in the sky. As Lady Night came tripping daintily by. While the moon, like a crescent, | Ethereal and opalescent, Would tip the water-fairies' wings. And all the trees and river things, With star-spangled silver would glisten and gteam. "DAISY" <!3>. I Dannevirke.