Just a cradled babe asleep
Where the vine-tree shade is deep,
And the larkspurs vigil keep.
Eyes of blue and tangled locks --
Just a child in muddy socks
With a bunch of "four o'clocks."
Just a schoolboy and his mate
Coming through the garden gate
When the afternoon grew late.
Just a lad who went away,
Courage high and heart so gay,
On a long-lost Summer day.
Nothing further, only these
Ragged ends of memories.
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 12 July 1927
