OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS. SPRING.
Spring is here . . . how we cheer! The little lambs enjoy the fun As by their mother's side they run. How the little birdies sing As up high We see them fly. There's one word we love to hear . . . It's Spring. VERDUN SCOTT. Wellington. [Certainly, the calendar says so, Verdun, and the growing things have done their best to believe it too, but I do think the weather could try a bit harder, don't you? Anyhow, you've made quite a jolly little verso about it. Is it your first try? The rhymes are all good ones and simple, though they happen rather oddly—.in unexpected places —and the unusual lengths of line still manage to balance rightly. "Spring" is a jolly word, isn 't •• 1 It actually has a green sound, I think, and is shrill and yet happy, like the cicada's song. —Fairiel.]
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Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 146, 17 December 1927, Page 14
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