RHYMING TIME

Dominion, Volume 34, Issue 157, 29 March 1941, Page 16

RHYMING TIME

. HE WEB ’ITUS the neatest thing of woven thread, JL Dangling across the flower bed— And when the rainy storm has passed. It leaves a necklace, unsurpassed, Covered with jewels, all glittering bright. That can vanish forever from human sight. Do spiders weave for their own sake. Things that man can never make'. —Original by Toe Dancer (14), Wellington. * * *

SANCTUARY

A GOLDEN oak, a silver birch. A. A branch on which a bird can perch, With honeysuckle twined round stumps. And violets in little clumps. And lacy ferns with fronds that seem To kiss the playful little stream. These, one and all, live in a garden That’s just like new spring dawn. Whose heart will never harden Tn rabbit or to fawn. A cherry tree whose blossoms bright Collect a host of sparrows sprite And kowlial’s pretty golden cups In which the tul often sups. And daffodils in dress so gay Round which the sprightly rabbits play. These one and ail live in a- garden That’H Just like new spring: dawn. Whose heart will never harden To rabbit oy to fawn. —Original by Tomboy (11), Carterton. * * ♦

AUTUMN'S ORDERS

IN and out the creepers, Through the beeches taxi. Autumn is a-tripplng, Telling leaves to fall. Orange, brown and yellow, Gold and hectic reds. Fiery tints are peeping. Wherever Autumn treads. Insects quickly scatter, When showers start to ran. Soon they'll all bo sleeping Curled up; one and all. —Original by »alsy G<». Masterton.

autumnal setting

SEASON of mists and tolling leaves. Has come to my garden fair. And the fragrance of falling roses. Ellis the drowsing noontide air. The blackbird on a lilac bush His melody does sing. And far up in the autumn sky The lark’s gold notes doth ring. The dahlia in its crimson gown. Waves gently to and fro, And soon my garden falls asleep While night winds softly blow. —Snow Fairy (11), Takapnn.

ELUSIVE. •..

IN the gully in onr garden. There’s a little creek that comes Slowly through the willow roots. Then quickly past the gums. In and out by rushes, Whore the pixies and the elves Moor their tiny vessels while The streamlet laughs and delves. Underneath the bridge. With its hiiy perfumed rose, The streamlet loves to UngerThen further on ho goes. Whlsp’ring and gurgling To the straggling ivy vines, He dabbles In the rnupo, And through the Illy twines. Dancing now, and skipping, , In the little flecks of light. He hurries through the culvert And is quickly lost to sight. —Original by Field Mouse (17), Masterton.