OUR VERSE-MAKERS

Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 103, 25 January 1930, Page 26

OUR VERSE-MAKERS

THE JUNIOR DOMINION A paper called the "Junior Dominion,” To please each girl and boy, Appeared not many months ago; We welcomed it with joy. How eagerly we read it through; ’Twas never left alone, And can you wonder that we all Call it our very own. There’s pussies for the clever ones, And jokes to’make you smile; You cannot read, a word of it That is not worth your while. There’s stories for the little ones, And grown-up children, too; The knowledge that you find in it Is treasure-trove to you. And so we merry girls and boys Will tell you every time This paper that we call our own Is the best in our fair clime. By “Columbine,” Walmiro (aged, 15 years;) NIGHT-TIME I, love to see the stars all gleaming In the quiet might sky. I sec Venus over the hill-top twinkling Like a kindly eye. Now Lady Moon comes proudly sailing Over the crest of the hill, Her golden, light shines down Upon the window sill. Now she has vanished behind a fleecy cloud Leaving behind her a silver shroud. From a tree nearby I hear a morepork's drowsy cry, And the musical sound of the River as it ripples gaily by. By Beatrice Kennett, Ormondville, Hawke’s Bay - (aged IByrs.).

WOODVILLE Up. and down, Round and round, That’s the way io Woodville. A clump of little shops With lots of little stops, And that’s the way to Woodville. No people hurrying to and fro, Very quiet where'er you go, That’s what it’s like in Woodville. Very quiet, but very clean, Settled by a running stream, And that is Woodville. A'very modest little town, But, everyone has settled down To quiet little Woodville. . Very quiet it may be,. But good enough for little me, That’s what I say of Woodville. By Doris Cou-t, Woodville (age ISyre.)

, MY GARDEN They grow beside my garden wall, Geraniums bright and hollyhocks so tall, Carnations red and wallflowers sweet, White pansies, blue of every hue bloom fragrant at their feet. Growing there are sunflowers bold. Spicy pinks, gay marigold; White lilies tall and fair, ■ Roses red within the bed, sweet and rich . and rare.

Upon the wall the golden banksia climb. Night scented stock, blue lavender and , purple columbine Arc clustering there below, While poppies pink upon the brink their dainty petals blow. By “Blue Gem,” Featherston.