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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First School Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are saddling Don and Laddie,<br>Mid laughter, and fun and noise<br>And maybe, a sigh in passing<br>For vanished holiday joys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mother is cutting lunches,<br>There are only four as a rule,<br>But to-day another is added,<br>For Baby is going to school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘You’ll take her on Laddie between you,<br>And hold her tight at the creek.”<br>And Mother parts with her darling<br>With a kiss on her dimpled cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You needn’t be fwightened.” Says baby,<br>“I’ll be as wight as tan be,<br>I’LL give Sister our names, and I’ll tell her<br>That ‘Mary Beronica’s’- me.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the breath of the summer morning,<br>The gleam of dew on the grass,<br>The incense of white gum blossoms<br>That strew our path as we pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Mickey and Pat go racing<br>Over flats where the grass is green-<br>But Eileen and I ride slowly<br>Guarding our treasure between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She loves every mile of the journey,<br>And shouts with delight at the creek,<br>Where under the blossomed tea-trees<br>The ripples play hide and seek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And full of delight is the township<br>With its red-roofed houses gay,<br>Though Baby would love to linger<br>At the toy-shover over the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the nine o’clock bell is sounding<br>From the door of the Convent school<br>Where our darling finds, to her pleasure,<br>Another kingdom to rule.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a brand new desk in the corner,<br>A pencil and slate of her own,<br>In the sunshine of Sister’s welcome<br>She sits – a queen on her throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But drowsily hums the insects<br>Round the bougainvillea flower,<br>And drowsy and warm in the morning,<br>So long ere the luncheon hour,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kind Sister has drawn the blind down<br>Making a shady nook,<br>Where ‘Mary Beronica’ slumbers<br>With her golden head on her book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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Mid laughter, and fun and noise
And maybe, a sigh in passing
For vanished holiday joys.

And Mother is cutting lunches,
There are only four as a rule,
But to-day another is added,
For Baby is going to school.

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