For a Child

For a Child

Cave Rock is made of toffee
And the sea of lemonade
And the little waitress wavelets
Are always on parade
When cars roll down to Sumner
On a Sunday.

The ice-cream mountain on the blue
Is free for anyone,
And Scarborough Head looms solid
As a tearoom tuppenny bun
When mum and dad look glum or glad
At Sumner on a Sunday.

And wistfully the children sit
While Army trombones teach
That only Christ, not Cortes,
Can land upon the beach,
At Sumner when the seas roll in,
At Sumner on a Sunday.


‘For a Child’, first published in Recent Poems (Caxton Press, 1941), © Denis Glover 1941, from Enter Without Knocking (Enlarged edition, Pegasus Press, 1971), used by permission of the Denis Glover Literary Estate. Recording from the Waiata New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 1974.

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