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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 
 
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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 
 
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POPPIES 
 
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 / 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." 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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Photo by Wallace Carruthers. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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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. 
 
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