THE WIND.
The day I saw the Wind I stood
All by myself inside our wood,
Where Nurse had told me I must wait
While she went back through the white gate
To fetch her work ... I don't know why,
But suddenly I felt quite shy
With all the trees when Nurse was gone,
For quietness came on and on
And covered me right round as though
I was just nobody, you know,
And not a little girl at all...
But then—quite sudden—HER torn shawl
Came through the trees; I saw it gleam,
And SHE was near. Just like a dream
She looked at me. Her lovely hair
Was waving, waving everywhere,
And from her shawl—all tattery—
There blew the sweetest scents to me.
I didn't ask her who she was;
I didn't need to ask, because
I knew! ... That's all ... She didn't wait;
She went—when Nurse called through the gate.
"HOT WATER BATTLES—Best quality rubber, from 4/3 each." —Parish Magazine.
A new kind of tank warfare, we suppose.
