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Our Own Verse-Maker.

Tho Pines are waving their arms to me, .. ■ And also the Margeter-Carpeter tree; And Lady Birch with the silver gown Keeps waving her arms to me. "Sunset Mist." Lower Hutt. -.

Oh fragrant petalled flowers, Be-diatnonded with dew, ' Kissed by sparkling showers, Would that I were you. Dancing in the summer breeze, Swaying to and fro, Shaded by the friendly trees, How wonderful you grow. Ob, gay and joyous flowers, The sunshine loves you too, Just a few happy hours, Is all life seems to you. Vr . „: . "Oberon." Hataitai.

The church bells at Christmas timo i Bmg all about the town: The gay folk at Christmas time bo walking up and down; iney smile at me, they smile at yon, And streets and squares are smilins too. 6> In every house at Christmas time i Are pretty sights to see; : And Btrange things at Christmas time ■Do grow upon the tree. J There's one for me and one for you, And isn't there a sweet to do? I" Ncwtown. ALICE EDW^DS.

O, you smiling Eangiora, With your sweet caressing flowers,: And your leaves of Nature's colour As you grow, among the flora ' Of New Zealand's hills and bowers, With your ever-soothing perfume. There are many whom you comfort With your scent forever flowing On the ever-blowing breezes As they bear it' on triumphant Through the hills-but stiU it's aiming iior the place where headaches linger T-+ v I,'*' "SAUCY SALLY."' ■Pitahi Bay.

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Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 20

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Our Own Verse-Maker. Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 20

Our Own Verse-Maker. Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 20

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