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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Nature's Touch

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2585 reads)
In kindergarten classed...

In kindergarten classed
       Dislike they knew;
And as the years went past
       It grew and grew;
Until in maidenhood
       Each sought a mate,
Then venom in their mood
       Was almost hate.

The lure of love they learned
       And they were wed;
Yet when they met each turned
       Away a head;
Each went her waspish way
       With muted damns--
Until they met one day
       With baby prams.

Then lo! Away was swept
       The scorn of years;
Hands clasped they almost wept
       With gentle tears.
Forgetting hateful days,
       All mother mild,
Each took with tender praise
       The other's child.

And now they talk of milk,
       Of diapers and such;
Of baby bosoms silk
       And tender to the touch.
A gemlike girl and boy,--
       With hope unsaid,
Each thinks with mother joy:
       'May these two wed!'

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