In Verseland:

Auckland Star, Volume LXX, Issue 207, 2 September 1939, Page 2 (Supplement)

In Verseland:

SUN SHOWERS (By Teresa Floyed. Tntarti Avenue, New J.ynri.) The riiiii has stopped, the sun is out iii: ii in. The Mowers once more look fresh and sweet, 1 lie world (lint once »ae drenched in I'M ill. A l.rijrlit t-r. g;iver sun this mora will Tin- ta.iries lirintr the gladsome showers I'm told, -And ill] tin' <•(>](>ll rc<l rainbows gay, At the eini lit' the rainbow lies the gold, here glorious lines mingle with" the grey. BUNTY. ("Sent in by Julia Pettlt, PukeTinla.) Jiuiity tlie ra 1> 1 >it is ever so smart, Hut. there is gold, In liis liny wee heart. Ulecs the small luiiiny, All round and all through, He is the kind who A good deed will do.

SUNSET. (By Eunice Karnshaw, Ota no.) The sun is linking in the wont, That's tin* time when I like beet, A little bird is in his nest, And all the world has gone to rest. F BIRDS. (By Dorothy Shaw. 83. Princes Street, Onehunga.) Feathered songster*, happy and gay, Fill our native bush to-day, • Joyous creatures ever will, Their singing through the forest trill. A ttii'« joyous rote we hear, And then the hellbinls, sweet and clear. Other birds will join in iong. Making sweet music, e'er they throng. AUTUMN y (Sent in by J. Quilter, Taibape.) Frost on the stubble, Kime on the rose; Hoary with trouble. King Summer grows. His splendour pales, His pennons fall, Insurgent gales. Howl through his hall. Crooked spiders spin, His bowers about; His days draw in, His hours run out.

THE GIANT (Copied by Betty Johnston. 3nn, Mnitlanri Street, Dunciliii.) Fhore came a giant to my floor, A giant, <iorce and strong; His step was heavy 011 the floor, 'I if arms were ten yards long. He scowled and frowned; he shook the ground, T trembled through and through. -\t. length I looked him in the fare, -Aiul eried. "Who cares for you?" The mighty giant, a.s I spoke, Grew pale and thin and small. And through liis body, as 'twere smoke I saw the sunshine fall. His lilood-red eyes tinned blue as skies. "In thin,'' 1 cried, with growing pride, "Is this the mighty foe?'' lie sank before my earnest face, He vanished (jtiite away; And left no shadow in his place, Between me and the day. Such giants come to strike lis dumb, But weak in every part, I'liey melt before the strong man's eves. And fly the true of heart. TELL ME, OH TELL ME! (By Eileen Taylor, Rugby Kuad, Birkenhead.) Tall and stately galleon, Riding on the swell. Tell me of thy bygone days Of pirates, tlut you knes' so well. Tell me of those sea dogs, Of Drake and the Spanish Main, Of rubies and glittering emeralds, 1 long to hear of them again. FOOTPRINTS. (By Eleanor McKitinon, Mount Eden.) W here sands are wet from morning tides Some footprints mark the way, Where someone's walked along the beach Beside the seas of grey. It makes you wonder whom it was Who made the footprints there, And why they walked be«ide the sea, And why they went, and where. WITH THE DAY. (By Chrissie Kelly, Mutni Road, Henderson.) With the day comes work and play, Try your l>est. and do not shirk, Lift up your chin, anil laugh and smile, And help to make the day worth while. With the day comes sun and shower, A little sorrow or jov for every hour, Take your share, and bear the pain, For what you lose, others will gain. DAFFODILS. (Copied by Annie All Chan, Totara, Thames) I have a garden of daffodils, With freesias in between; It i« the prettiest garden That I have ever seen. The daffodils are yellow, The freesias are white, Together in the sunshine They make a pretty sight. SPRING. (By Ngnlre Simpson.) Spring brings a sweet-scented breeze And young leaflets in the trees. Flowers make carpets on the moor And fruits are ripe right to the core. Spring brings many young birdies fair, And in fields you may see a hare. But qll this comes but once a year, So we must welcome it while it's here.