Song of the Rain by Hugh McCrae

 

Night,
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.

The cat,
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.

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Thursday, 21 April 2022

 

Just found this page from 1956 – Sutherland primary school 6A

 

 

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