The Adventurers
By Duphnis (15), Featherston. We have built uS homes In quiet places Where the sky is as blue as the unborn day, Where there are songs and mirth and friendly faces, And pleasant scents of lavender and may. We have found peace to rest awhile and listen Ag the grey twilight crept across the sky: We have found comfort, watched the firelight glisten On shining windows as the storm went sweeping by. Yet sometime in the quiet of the moonlight We will hear the call that came to us of old, And we must take the winding road as swallows take to Hight, To seek the strange adventures some distant land may hold. Then we shall plunder foreign seas, Or ride to war in some strange land. Or fight 'gainst crueller foes than these. The frozen ice, the burning sand.
Until at last the surging fire That sings within our ears, shall die. We shall be rid of our desire— Until once more we hear the cry.
Dear Boys and Girls,— Pinites arc peeping, thrilling things are happiniin/ . . . this is a page coloured with the rainbow's glamour—your own ideas of adventure. /11l the week I have been living in a whirl of excitement, .ds each of your letters was opened, something different and more exciting peeped out of each. There wc;rc crocodiles, rising slowly and stealthily out of the hot mud of a tropical pool, and a black-skinned cannibal with rows of sharks teeth round his neck. 7 here ■was a wild Red Indian with a bcpluined head, waiting, wailing behind a tree . . . and wild buffalo stampeding on a wild, Jl’cstcrn plain. There was a little Chinaman, lighting a magic lamp, and a small man from India making a snake dance to weird music; there was another disappearing up a long rope, suspended from the nothingness of the sky. . . . .Ind, nearer to us, was the exotic warmth of the Pacific islands and all the adventures they suggest. But, nearer still, were the everyday adventures—little, exciting things that come out of the "blue'' to make our own humdrum, everyday lives seem adventurous and colourful. But, oh, so many things arc adventurous, so many things arc exciting and thrilling, and it was hard to get a “bit of everything''’ into the page, for each of you had a totally different idea of just what “adventure” should be. And so many of you had good ideas, really good ones, that there was not enough space to put them all, and that means we will have to have another adventure page next week, too. So look for your exciting talcs and drawings and poems next week if they arc not here. , Happy days! KIU'l.
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Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 208, 30 May 1936, Page 27
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452The Adventurers Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 208, 30 May 1936, Page 27
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