DAWN
The sun had not yet risen, The earth was clothed in grey, Beneath night's shadow lay. The flowers still wet and dewy Drooped their sleepy heads, While all the lazy people Lay snuggled up in beds.
The little birds awakened To greet the coming day, "Arise! Arise," they seemed to say, "The glistening joyous sunlight Has cleared the mist away." The farmer to the fields of corn Plods his dusty way. —'MATE SHAMROCK. L.8.H., Riccarton.
The teacher had spent some time teaching his class decimals, ana wrote "63.3" on the blackboard. To show the effect of multiplying by 10, he had rubbed out the decimal point. "Now, Jack," he said, "whora is the decimal point?" "On the duster," replied Jack, without hesitation.
—'MATE LONG JOHN SILVER,
A POEM
Beverley Amyes has been staying at New Brighton, and she has written this little poem:
The Sea Shore
Oh, hoV I love the wild sea waves, That pound and roll and roar, They never rest day or night, But keep on more and more. —BEVERLEY AMYES, A.B. (aged 11), Rangiora R.M.D.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/CHP19370911.2.25.9
Bibliographic details
Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22195, 11 September 1937, Page 2 (Supplement)
Word Count
180DAWN Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22195, 11 September 1937, Page 2 (Supplement)
Using This Item
Stuff Ltd is the copyright owner for the Press. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 3.0 New Zealand licence. This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Stuff Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Acknowledgements
This newspaper was digitised in partnership with Christchurch City Libraries.