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EVENING REVERIE
[Welland Tribune November 8, 1943]
The playground has grown up with weeds
Since youth has gone to war–
And from the benches half concealed,
The cheers are heard no more;
Upon the diamond many games
Were played in days gone by,
The team work learned in hours of sport
Now serves men in the sky;
And brothers, who are still too youngster
To join them in the fray,
Have volunteered for home defense
At close of working day;
They left their games, because some men
Loved greed and power so well
They made this pleaant world of ours
Unsafe in which to dwell.,
The birds are slowly winging home
This peaceful twlight hour–
An unseen hand must guide them
To their nest in tree and tower;
The sun has thrown its golden beams
Into the darkening sky,
A ray of hope, that soon our men
Will homeward march or fly.
Valerie Malcolm Baker
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