The little white gate

by Florence Hoatson

Have you found the gold in the Green Bank of England?
You may go and take it—none of it is sold.
Gorse, broom, and ragwort, bedstraw and cowslip,
Kingcup and pansy, and silver-weed gold.

Yours is the gold in the Green Bank of England,
Yours for the asking—treasury untold;
Potentilla, primrose, yellow vetch, and trefoil,
Pimpernel and hawkweed, and pussy-willow gold.

YOURS IS THE GOLD IN THE GREEN BANK OF ENGLAND

A Day

Morning came to Baby, her feet all wet with dew,
Her hair was yellow sunshine, her eyes were skyey blue,
And she said, "Wake up, my darling, I have brought a day for you."

Summer Picture

Some red, red earth and a hawthorn hedge,
And a dear little round front door;
A nibble, nibble, along the edge,
And one little nibble more.

A whispering rustle in yellow wheat,
The clink of a milking-pail,
And a sudden scamper of furry feet,
And the bob of a little white tail.