Little White Bridge
JjOWN where the streamlet meets the fall, . Down where the lilies stand so tall; Down where the thrushes sound the call Of Spring, is my little bridge. It spans the stream from bank to bank, Li whose clear waters secrets sank; Of stories, whispered by the reeds,Brought by the winds that crossed the meads. It's painted white, yet green with moss, It’s worn with age where feet have crossed; So many times, far years past, And vet this day is not its last— For it will live in my thoughts for life, As a haven of peace, in this world of strife. —Original, by Sandra (13), Wellington. Q.: What is a cricketer’s favourite pudding? A.: A good batter.
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Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 66, 10 December 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)
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121Little White Bridge Dominion, Volume 32, Issue 66, 10 December 1938, Page 9 (Supplement)
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