SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT No 8

Was looking through my Laurel and Gold poetry book the other day and I came across this delightful little poem.  I was born in Australia but some of my ancestors were English and, of course, Phil was born in England so I felt it quite appropriate that I share it with others.

LETTY'S GLOBE by Charles Tennyson Turner

 When Letty had scarce passed her third glad year,
And her young, artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a coloured sphere
Of the wide earth that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline all its seas and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peeped
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leaped,
And laughed, and prattled in her world-wide bliss;
On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry,
"Oh! yes, I see it; Letty's home is there!"
And, while she hid all England with a kiss,
Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.