FLOWERS OF THE FIELD
In seek of solitude and rest, • I ventured out one day; Across the quiet and peaceful fields, I wandered far away. Then suddenly I stopped to sea A wild, but pretty sight, Of flowers, red, and gold,, and blue, Most beautiful and bright. / They waved upon the morning breeze Their petals all aglow; Like vagrant gypsies of the field, I watched their leaflets blow. I gazed, until the noonday sun, Had vanished in the west; Then turned with lighter footsteps home, With added peace and rest. And now when I am feeling sad, My heart returns once more; And dances with those gay, wild flowers, Just as it did before. —RUTH DIGGS, L.8.H., Christchurch.
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Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22237, 30 October 1937, Page 3 (Supplement)
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118FLOWERS OF THE FIELD Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22237, 30 October 1937, Page 3 (Supplement)
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