For Mr. Bryce (1967)
Almost a year has passed since first we came
Seeking your expert guidance in the art
Of coaxing from the clarinet those sounds
Melodious which it is designed to give.
Thousands of squeaks and wrong notes, sharps and flats
Unheeded or not needed; notes too long;
Not long enough; too soft; too loud; you’ve borne
With patience never-failing. Grateful thanks
For this, and for the pleasure learning brings.
We know you’re awfully busy; we scarce dare
Ask you to cope with us another year.
Small fry beside your orchestras and choirs
We are at least – you must admit it – Tryers!
Meg Rugg-Easey 1967