A BOLT FROM THE BLUE.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 33, 29 October 1920, Page 15

A BOLT FROM THE BLUE.

The spring poet tore at his imxg'ed hair ; In his heart was a wild aTirext, For he longed to sing like t.'.e lark in the air, But his Muse had given hi n best, He had tx*ied ihe old themes cf "budding leaf," Of "blossom on branch and spray,' But his Muse sat dumV> — >ot oven a brief t Inspiration would come his v ay. He heard a throbbing away overhaxd, And he turned his eyes up c'i lji.gr.*, Where above a gallant aeroplane sre l Like a bird in ihe azure skv. "0 fair ship of the air," he v.ii.Uy crb d "Would my spirit might soar like thee ! Oh ! let inspiration f all, that 'ny tied And manacled Muse may go free." Now "the man up above" was a "frightful Hun;" Of poesy little knew 1 e. A big bomb he carel&ssly Jrop xed* for fun, As he chuckled with "Hunnish glee. It hit the poetical cranium wiiajv ! " Caused his Muse to awake vith a jump, And (mayhe "'twere inspiration!) aiavk ! It certainly raised a big lump ! The poet arose and solemly vowed, A& he wiped the tears from his eyes, His Mnse coukl "go hang" before he allowed It again to 8eek help from the skies. The moral is this : If you wish to npset Such a thing as poetic aplomb, You must hring to your aid something deadlier yet Than a gentle aerial bomb ! — R.A., in "N.Z. at the Front."