Children’s Verses

Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20911, 16 September 1939, Page 19 (Supplement)

Children’s Verses

THE FLY I cannot understand the fly. is he devoid of fueling? Or does he get a headache when He walks along the ceiling? THE DAY BREAKS The sun lights up the morning sky Without a match or spark. He lifts his long, pink, Angers high and pushes back the dark. —Rowena Bennett. CHILD IN THE MEADOW Mistress Thistledown is there. Through the meadow grass I can see her curly head bobbing as we pass. Through the clover-tips the pink of her gingham frock Sways to every summer brecdo like a hollyhock! —Marguerite Panvrin Adams. MY BHADOW I have a little shadow, Which on the grass will prance; He’s a naughtly little copy-cat, For he dances when 1 dance. And when I’me getting into bed, He skips on to the wall, Then he climbs up to the ceiling; •I hope that he’ll not fall. And when I look Into the pond He dives in for a swim; And when I roll upon the lawn, You ought to see him spin l