Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem All Through The Day At My Machine of poet Lesbia Harford

All Through The Day At My Machine

All through the day at my machine 
There still keeps going 
A strange little tune through heart and head 
As I sit sewing: 
'There is a child in Hungary, 
A child I love in Hungary' 
The words come flowing. 
When I am walking home at night 
That song comes after, 
And under the trees in holiday time 
Or hearing laughter: 
'I have a son in Hungary, 
My little son in Hungary' 
Comes following after.