JC-NRLF ancL a. \ GIFT OF Lc/^~^ Press of Times-Mirror Prniting & Binding House ng & Los Angeles 1919 SEVEN SPRAYS AND A GOLDEN POPPY POEMS a SONG and a STORY JULIANA TOWNSEND Copyright, 1919 by Juliana Townsend Entered at Stationer's Hall Photo by Wallace Carruthers. THE AUTHOR NOVEMBER, 1919 CONTENTS Seven Sprays 7 Poppies -. 8 A Rose Bush 8 Two Roses 9 Row of Shasta Daisies 9 June 10 Mangolds - 10 Lypia Chains 11 The Criminals - 11 A Peach Tree 12 An Apricot Tree 12 Pepper Berries 13 An Elm Tree 13 A Wonderful Schoolhouse 14 A White Rose 15 Baby Sister 17 Eucalyptus Trees 18 Meditation 18 Five Scarlet Dahlias 19 Emblem of Spring 20 The Father's Thought 21 A Hollyhock 22 Honeysuckle . 22 415678 Five Morning Glories 23 Some Pink Geraniums 23 The Fire 24 Beloved Maria Montessori 27 A Palm Tree 28 My Age 29 Polly and Toto..... 30 FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS The Author (November, 1919), Frontispiece........ 4 Marie Belle (November, 1919) 16 Dr. Maria Montessori, Juliana and Brother 26 Six SEVEN SPRAYS OEVEN sprays of pussy willow; Each one has a little bed, Each one has a little pillow, None of them are red. Seven sprays of pussy willow: Some of them are gray, These little baby buds Chased the old winter away. MNTICR'S FLIGHT Seven POPPIES f / T V HERE are poppies of red, a lovely hue ; *- There are poppies of pink, quite pretty, too; But the poppies of gold I love the best, For they are different from all the rest And they grow in California. I like the gold for the lovely hue; I love the feathery leaflets, too ; So that is why I like them best, And that's why they're different from the rest And they grow in California. A ROSE BUSH SOME roses of a creamy hue Upon a lovely rose bush grew; They opened wide to meet the sun And cried with joy, "The day's begun." Eight TWO ROSES npHERE were two roses that grew on a -*- bush, And red was their lovely hue; There were two roses that grew on a bush, Yes, two and only two. But their wonderful fragrance was so sweet That it perfumed all the air, And I went dreaming every place About them, yes, everywhere. ROW OF SHASTA DAISIES A ROW of Shasta daisies, Waving in the sun, Every one a-smiling, Yes, every single one. Every one a-nodding, A-nodding to us here; But they will fade quite soon this fall To bloom again next year. Nine JUNE OTHER, please do let me tell Something I know very well- Ripening is the golden wheat, Grass is growing at my feet; Blooming are the roses sweet, There are poppies in the wheat. Mother, please do let me tell Something I know very well MARIGOLDS A/f ARIGOLDS of yellow, * Marigolds so bright, Marigolds a-smiling In the gold sunlight. Marigolds of orange, Such a pretty hue; They will stand a-smiling All the whole day through. Marigold is the right name For such a merry flower, They always are a-smiling, Yes, through every hour. Ten LYPIA CHAINS T LOVE to make my lypia chains * To slip over my head. Once I made one awfully long And I wore it to bed, But in the morning it was torn, So there I left it all forlorn. THE CRIMINALS HP HE socks they are the criminals, They are like the clothes, But they get very dirty Just around the toes. So I must be policeman And hangman, too, you see, But I hang them on the clothesline, Instead of on a tree. Eleven A PEACH TREE A DAINTY little peach tree, ^^ With leaves of mossy green, So slender and so pretty, With a touch of golden gleam. The leaves of it so slender, And its blossoms are so sweet, That many little children Lie resting at its feet. AN APRICOT TREE A N apricot tree grew in our back yard, -*** And its leaves were of silver green, And the sun sent down its beautiful rays In a lovely golden stream. When the morning light shined through its beautiful leaves With a lovely silver stream, It gave it a color that no one could paint, A wonderful, beautiful gleam. Twelve PEPPER BERRIES T ITTLE strings of crimson beads, *-' And little flowers of white, And long green leafy spangles Have the pepper berries bright. They cheer us with their crimson beads And flowers of ivory white, And their long, green, leafy spangles Make us feel so very bright. AN ELM TREE T ITTLE scalloped leaves of green, *^ And small trunk of brown, And small and tiny branches Make it look as tho 't would frown. But it will grow so tall, so tall, And the trunk will grow so big, That it will have great branches, Instead of just a twig. Thirteen The following was written to Miss Opal Stanley Whiteley on a trip to Little Rock through Bouquet Canyon, May, 1919. A WONDERFUL SCHOOLHOUSE Earth is Nature's Schoolhouse, She teaches us many things ; Not just to teeter-totter And play in little swings. She teaches us to love the birdies So tiny, shy and small, Who have their little nestlings Up in the tree-tops tall. Beautiful Persian carpets Spreading beneath our feet, Made of the lovely wild flowers, So tiny and so sweet. Wonderful giants so stately, Towering to the sky; Who has ever climbed them? Both of us, you and I. Fourteen Sycamores and oak trees So large and tall and great, There they stand a-ruling In such a kingly state. Wonderful, wonderful oak trees, With leaves of glossy green Forming a lovely canopy, The most beautiful ever seen. Wonderful things carved out of stone Stand on the mountains all alone Reaching nearly to the sky. Who has been on them? You and I. A WHITE ROSE A WHITE rose was tall and lovely, With leaves so slender and long. There are thorns about it to guard it, And I'm sure my description's not wrong. Fifteen Photo by Wallace Carruthers. MARIE BELLE Sixteen NOVEMBER, 1919 5/5 t( er 1 J / 1 / *- / tefclfc ItorWfe /^I>^V^7> W) !-; f 1* ^ Tl a ' ' ' / /y /' $^J i 2 Seventeen EUCALYPTUS TREES '"THEY'RE tall and great and mighty, -* And have such slender leaves, And are so tall and graceful, Are the Eucalyptus trees. They grow so tall above my head, And have such bright green leaves, That they are great and beautiful, Are the Eucalyptus trees. MEDITATION \ SIT upon the silver sands, I gaze upon the ocean blue, I gaze upon the foreign lands, I gaze upon the sea birds, too. Eighteen FIFE SCARLET DAHLIAS scarlet Dahlias, In a pretty vase: Their petals are like velvet And soft green is their base. Five pretty Dahlias, Looking toward the sky, Ask us, "Who enjoys them?" Surely you and I. Five dark red Dahlias, Very lovely, too ; Surely we'll enjoy them All the whole day through. Five lovely Dahlias, Brightening all the way, They will gladly cheer us All through this long day. Nineteen EMBLEM OF SPRING ITTLE robin, sweetly sing, - L/ Tell us of the coming spring. Violet 's peeping up her head From her softly covered bed. Little robin, merrily sing, Tell us of the coming spring. Twenty THE FATHER'S THOUGHT TN all the days of happiness *- Of childhood very glad, A wee, wee schoolhouse by the hill Was all the help we had. And when I see my children now So happily to school go, I think of my old school days In the time of long ago. Twenty-one A HOLLYHOCK T^HERE was a little hollyhock, -* So pretty and so gay; It grew upon a lovely stalk And smiled all through the day. It wished to go, to see the world, But the good plant said, "No, no; The time will come, some time this year, And then I'll let you go." "All right," the little flower agreed, "I'll wait until my time, I'll wait and do my duty So there'll be flowers called mine." HONEYSUCKLE TTONEYSUCKLE on a vine " Makes a pretty crown, So with it I and sister mine Deck ourselves up and down. Twenty-two MORNING-GLORIES T ITTLE cups of azure hue, *~* With little necks of white, Holding drops of morning dew For the butterflies bright. Little cups of honey Made of heavenly blue; Little bees gather it All the whole day through. SOME PINK GERANIUMS ^T^HERE were some pink geraniums That grew on a small bush ; Their petals were of salmon pink, Their leaves looked quite like plush. They grew and grew right by our house, And blossomed bright and gay, And in the fall they cheerfully sent Their little seeds away. Twenty-three THE FIRE sun was red, and a fire was ahead And a fire with a mighty roar; And the ashes flew, and the wind it blew, And the sun reddened more and more. Then it lessened and lessened its horrible hue, But the fire still raged ahead, And the people around for miles and miles Looked back at the fire and fled. The fire-fighters came, but they fled too. For the fire with its mighty roar Came on and on, and they looked back And fled faster than before. The sun went down behind the hill, But the fire raged on and on, And when it came up the fire was still there, But the trees and fields were gone. Twenty-four The fire-fighters worked, but their work did none- Only a rain could save what was done; A rain could stop that mighty roar, But the fire-fighters worked as they had before. Burning of Pacoima and Big Tejunga Canyons, Septem- ber 23, 1919, can be seen and heard from my home in Los Angeles, threatening to take Glendora and Azusa. Twenty-five Photo by Wilton Film Service EASTER DAY, 1917, AT HOLLYWOOD DEAR DOTORESSA, BROTHER AND I BELOVED MARIA MONTESSORI of the East came the boat of truth, And that boat was steered to land By the helpful guidance fine and clear Of Montessori's hand. I was in that boat and watched her steer The boat to the schools of today, And I learned to work so easily That my work just seems like play. Brother, too, has learned the way How to work when it seems like play, And so we have a lovely time In Southern California's clime. Twenty-seven A PALM TREE FT has long, swaying branches * And a trunk of brown and gray; The ferns take root upon it And suck the sap away. Its dates are long and circular, when ripe are a dark brown, When they're green they're yellow, Then they look nice in the tree, Just as though they're mellow. Once I bit a yellow one Because it looked so nice I spit it out, it tastes so bad, And I thought 'twould taste like spice. A palm tree has such pretty flowers, they look like ivory; They are a glossy, glossy white And have a tint so creamy, That you could see them in the night, Then they look so nice and dreamy. Twenty-eight MY AGE J'LL be benign, I'll be benign, I'll be benign a-plenty. In nineteen nineteen I'll be be nine; But I'll be X in twenty. MY BIRTH FLOWER MY BIRTHDAY February 2 T iv enty - nine POLLY AND TOTO By Juliana Townsend to Her Baby Sister , come with me," called Polly, "for I am going to the woods." Toto was a little black spaniel which Polly and "Little Boy Blue" and Annie loved very much. Toto came running and nestled up close to Polly. "Sh, Toto," whispered Polly, "Little Boy Blue doesn't like me ; I am going to run away. Sh, Toto, don't tell Little Boy Blue!" Toto very faithfully followed Polly. Although he did smell trouble, he would not desert her, for, maybe he could help her. Polly soon came to the woods and seeing a little mound, she thought it would be lovely to rest there. Toto's instinct told him not to go there. But Polly wanted to sit down so she quickly went toward it. "Help, help!" cried Polly. She had fallen into a trap. The trap was made by digging a deep hole and cov- ering it with straw and earth. Toto saw that Polly could be helped so he ran home as fast as he could to get somebody. Thirty Poor Polly was afraid that Toto had deserted her. How she clung to the ground outside the trap. "I-I-I wish Toto was here," sobbed Polly. Soon after that Toto darted through the trees that hid the narrow path and who should he have brought but Little Boy Blue. "Please help me get out," cried Polly joyfully. Soon Toto and Little Boy Blue had Polly on safe ground. How happy Polly was. And Polly never felt cross at Little Boy Blue after that. Thirty -one YB 1442! 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