Norman Rowland Gale Grass Poems
- 1. Golf Steals Our Youth
Have you seen the golfers airy
Prancing forth to their vagary,
Just as frisky in their gaiters
As a flock of Grecian Satyrs,
- 2. The Fairy Book
In summer, when the grass is thick, if Mother has the time,
She shows me with her pencil how a poet makes a rhyme,
And often she is sweet enough to choose a leafy nook,
Where I cuddle up so closely when she reads the Fairy-book.
- 3. To My Brothers
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop
Oâ??er wordy tasks in London town,
How scantly Laura trips for youâ??
A poem in a gown!
- 4. Wages
My lass, when God
to suffer sent me,
no gifts he gave,
but only lent me
- 5. Oiling
Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear,
With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers,
Now winter time once more is here,
This grease upon your lengthy features!
- 6. The Country Faith
HERE in the countryâ??s heart
Where the grass is green,
Life is the same sweet life
As it eâ??er hath been.