Katherine Mansfield

(14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)

Autumn Song - Poem by Katherine Mansfield

Now's the time when children's noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.

And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton--
Oh! the shocking little glutton.

Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.


Comments about Autumn Song by Katherine Mansfield

  • Rookie - 430 Points Marilyn Lott (10/23/2009 1:52:00 PM)

    There must have been a lot of little child in her
    as she digs deep into the past and relates to
    children. Very heartwarming. '10! ' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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