PEACEFUL THOUGHTS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 21, 25 January 1936, Page 17 (Supplement)

PEACEFUL THOUGHTS.

(By VJlary Hay, 10S Grafton Road, Auckland.) All is quiet. Everything seems at a standstill. And yet one knows the old earth is still turning and somewhere far away from this glorious spot people are hurrying about the ordinary, dull jobs of life. / I lie on the warm sand and let the little grains and pebbles slowly trickle through my lingers. Languidly open, ing my eyes, I see the clear, blue sky, a little white cloud shaped like a witch on her broomstick steals softly across the blue expanse: Maybe before it falls as rain on some far distant land it will scornfully have watched the progress of many different towns and countries. A, bird flies across my vision, a hawk, winging his way in search of food or rest. I hear the gentle lapping of the waters of the shore. They too seem somehow peaceful and soothing. They rock the troubled thoughts to sleep and call a soft drowsy feeling to settle kindly on the tired. The" little waves 011 the shore are the beginning of the dee]), blue heart of the lake. What a marvellous colour it holds and what wonderful stories it could tell. Of gentle canoes paddled by dusky Maori maidens flitting softly on the calm water, and of great, 'magnificent, war boats thrashing their way to victory encouraged by the excited, yelling braves that ply them. The mountains and the hills hold their secrets too. They guard their charge in the gentle refuge they have made throughout the ages. Proudly they rear their heads to the clouds and look out into the world, watching. They commune with the spiritual. They know of tilings celestial, wonderful. And with their magnificent ideas they are in turn made beautiful. The sun throws patterns of gold upon the forests and shadows of purple and mauve into little crevices. The shadows accentuate the veins and outlines of the gaunt sentinels. Some of the hills seem stern and forbidding, others, fat. kind and indolent, some immersed in their dreams, others laughingly watching the pleasures of mankind. The trees around the shore are softly sighing in the gentle breeze. A graceful kowliai trails her green leaves in the currents of the water. Poplars rear their heads to the sunshine and open their leaves to the birds. On the opposite hills the pines make dark patches on their brown background appear somewhat dark and sad. The lupins are popping. They sound happy and with the drowsy humming of the bees disturb the quiet hour. Drajronflies move languidly on zigzags alighting 011 the lupins or the brambles, The sun' is travelling towards the west. The lake is shining gold. It is so peaceful. The warmth of the sun has made me feel so drowsy.