THE SEASONS AS MEMBERS SEE THEM

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22355, 19 March 1938, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE SEASONS AS MEMBERS SEE THEM

Spring I have made *a bed of daffodils Beside the garden gate. But they’ll not be. blooming yet awhile. Till springtime I must wait.

Bff Bn 1 ■ mf mm 1 1 —»-■ ■ ■■ " ’■■■ i ■ ■ When springtime comes the buds will burst In all their golden glory, The soft, warm rain will quench their ithirst, . It is the old, old story. And when the showers flee away • And the sun comes out on high. The .daffodils will raise their heads Towards the clear blue sky. —LEITH McGRATH, Oxford. Summer * Summer roses.now are here, Sweetness lies upon the air, They smile at me from o’er the.wall. Summer i,s the bast of all. —ERIK WHITE. L.B.H-, ' St. AlbShs.

Autumn

Has anyone thought why leaves change colour in autumn? Here is the reason. All the. beautiful green stuff made by sunlight goes in

autumn, not because the. plant is dying, but it is going to rest for the winter, and, not wanting its leave?, it draws all out of them ' that might be useful.' In doing.so,, the leaves gradually turn from green to orange, brown, and yellow. . f, —’MATE SEASHELL; ■.. ' r •• . Tune r ; *' Winter time'is drawinfit hear. The time when trees are brown- and And our old friend, : Jack Frpsi. yod ’■ know, v ■' " Comes gliding swiftly, through the snow. - v ’ —PEGGY BARNETT. .