This is the Land of Wait-a-While.
I like it here.
I like the big team straining on the hill
(Dark forms outlined against the blue).
I like great Sally's foal, that caracolesUpon the slope on rainy days,
And little scuttling pigs with their ringtails,
And Blossom newly in with a small mite
Of golden calf!
And Sunday plates
Steaming with roasted fowl and luscious greens!
And backdoor chat
When someone comes to borrow Stockholm tar -Or brings in lettuce and slim eschalots
And tells one (may as well sit down— it takes a time — )
Of Jenny’s babe or Grandpa’s rheumatiz!
I love the blossom of the orange tree,
And winey magic of November nights,
But then, I’m getting slow, and hard, and brown
(The style that they affect down here in Wait-a-While!).
… City, good-bye; good-bye, old sluggish river —
Somehow you never were a cheerful giver!
Kind friends, good-bye!
But, O, I like it here, in Wait-a-While!
E. M. England
Boonah, Q. The Telegraph 12 November 1938, p 20
 A dressage term meaning a single half turn.
 A pine tar used to treat corns, split and cracked hooves and minor hoof infections in horses.