and the yellow pleasure of candle-light….
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire – it’s cuddling tock.
greening her eyes on the flame-litten mat;
wickedly, wakeful she yawns at the rain
bending the roses over the pane,
and a bird in my heart begins to sing
over and over the same sweet thing–
Safe in the house with my boyhood’s love
and our children asleep in the attic above.
Thursday, 21 April 2022
Just found this page from 1956 – Sutherland primary school 6A