POST BOX. Children's Verses

Waikato Times, Volume 124, Issue 20728, 11 February 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

POST BOX.

Children's Verses

A FINE DAY Clear had the day been from the dawn, All chequered was the sky. Thin clouds like scarves of cob\Vbb lawn Veil'd heaven's most glorious eye. The wind ha/d no more strength thaD this, ( So leisurely It blew, To make one leaf the next to kiss That closely by it grew. —Michael Drayton. THE OOW I'm very sorry for A cow; It’s clothes seem fashioned Anyhow; They never look as if they Fit; I wonder what is wrong With it! And if a cow should need A patch It never chooses one To match, But makes the oddest pieces Do. I think it’s rather sad; Don’t you? THE NEW PLAYTHING “Humph!” growled the elephant, “Squeak!’’ cried the Teddy-Dear, Thrown down together Beside the armchair. “Things in the play-room Won't be the same again,” Puffed out with fury The clock-work train. A very great upset Among all the toys Now that their master. Like other little boys, Plays with the wireless— The silly old wireless! “I call it unfair!*' Wailed the poor Teddy-bear. “Humph!" growled the elephant, “Puff,” said the train. —Rachel Macandrew. (Altered.) THE DANDELION There’s a dandy little fellow, Who dresses all in yellow— In yellow with an overcoat of green; With his hair all crisp and curly, In spring-time, bright and early, A-tripping o’er the meadows he is seen. Through all the summer weather, Like a jolly little tramp, He wanders where the grass is fresh and green. But at last this little fellow, Doffs his dandy coat of yellow, And nodding in the sunlight he is seen. The little winds of morning Come a-flying through the grass, And clap their hands around him In their glee. They shake him without warning— His wig falls off, alas! And a little bald-head dandy now is he. LUCK-ALL-ALONE The lucky little boy in the next-door house Has a dog, and a cat, and a little white mouse; A scooter and a bicycle, a lovely cricket set. And a darling little tortoise as a favourite pet. We play at cricket with an old piece of wood, •And a yellow rubber ball which is not much good; We only have a barrow, and that has 10-st a wheel; And baby has a teddy-bear, that used to give a squeal. But he’s a lonely boy, in that next-door house, In spite of all his toys and that darling little mouse; There’s no one else to share them, or to play with him, you see. I wonder if he wishes he were Teddy, Babs, or Me! —L. Dickerson Watkins. LONE DOQ Fm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone; I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own; I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep; I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep. Til never be a lap-dag, licking dirty feet, A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat.; j Not for me the fireside, the well-fllled plate. But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick and hate. Not for me the other dogs, running by my side; Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide; Oh, mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best. Wild wind, and wide stars, and the hunger of thp quest. I —lrene R. McLeod.