Mile-Stones by Kathleen Dalziel

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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

Author reference site: Austlit

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