THE TINY TREE
Perhaps I'll remember this Once on a rain-lashed night I was afraid, and demanded more light— Which was foolish; for was it not plain How soon the scolding white morning would pounce again? Having pointed this out to me, Soon you returned, with the tiniest dreamland tree, A toy tree, flowering in orange and blue and white. "Take care," I warned you. "Put it where They can't break it." And so slid down, into the deep Beloved river of sleep. Such trees do not readily grow If you take them away from childhood or dreamland, you know. —ROBIN HYDE.
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Press, Volume LXX, Issue 21354, 22 December 1934, Page 17
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