The Fairy Ring

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 15, 18 January 1930, Page 18

The Fairy Ring

WHAT IS aOOD? . .What is the'real good? I asked in a musing mood. Order, said the Law Court; Knowledge, said the school; Truth, said the wise man; Pleasure, said,the fool; Love, said the maiden; Beauty, said the page; Freedom, said the dreamer; Home, said the sage; Fame, said the soldier; Equity, the seer. Spake my heart full sadly: The answer is not here. Then within my bosom Softly this I heard: Each heart holds the secret, Kindness is the word. JAMBS BOYLE O'KEILLY. ALL IN ONE. Sometimes I am "I," ' And sometimes I am "me," :Artd sometimes I am "you" t "Him,'' Ant! sometimes I am "lie," But whether I am "I," Or "you" or "him" or "lie," It doesn't make the slightest bit Of difference* to ME! RODNEY BENNETT. O BLUE WAS THE MORNING. 0 bluo was tho morning. And silver the bay When Youth to the harbour Was off and away. ' The sunlight had gilded The planking and ropes When youth came aboard with His luggage of hopes. You travel too lightly, Said dreary old Care, • The best kinds of ballast Are Doubt and Despair. Then Idleness told him He started too soon: Come, come to the tavern And wait for the noon. Then Falterer told him Of captains who died And vessels which never Came back with the tide. But leaving the cravens Youth leaped from the quay, And angels were cheering As Youth put to sea.

TO TWO RING MEMBERS. "... I would Ilks Saucy Sally, of Titahi Bay, and Farm Girl, of Welllnston, to write to me. ..." HAZEL WHITE. Pint Hill. Johnsonville.

SMALL ONES:

POTATOES.

There was a strange, sweet little letter this week, from one of you. "Christmas is over," it said. "Christmas is over. The New Year has greeted us- nnd Summer has forgotten us. She has hidden her head somewhere, and overslept. ..." And it really looks as though she had. Such ages ago we began our swimming and our picnics—and then the rain came. "0 well," said everybody, "it will clear up soon. It simply must." "Yes, it simply must," echoed the Weather Reporter man; so he put a beautiful forecast in the papers. And then the rain came. .. . Probably a nice, long dry Autumn will poke up a cheerful head very soon, . the wise'ones tell us—but who wants an Autumn when a Summer is lost? . Anyway: In spite of the rain and the cold and the wind; in spite of the low, weaving mists on the hills and the little sparks of sunshine that are sat upon so very soon by the Clerk of the Weather—in spite of it all, we shall have our Summer Page next week! And perhaps Lady Summer will be so surprised that she will wake up, once and for all. It's quite worth trying, anyway—so we will have Summer in the Ring next week, small ones. Are you welcoming her with your stories and games? They must come to me now—straight away—if you want to. Armfuls of happiness to you all. TJL***'

Sometimes when I'm feeling queer and curly, I walk along And walk along, And walk along. Slowly,; Eyes shut light; Nobody to know Who I am Or where I'll go. There might be a cliff in. front .. , There might be a pit With bears below, ' ■ And I'm walking'into it . . •,':■». .:, '; There might be a fire ...... There might be a den \ With wolves inside. And the bones of men. . .... . . But it's only when I'm feeling queer and curly. I tualk along And walk along, And walk along, Slowly; Eyes shut tight; . Nobody to know Who I am Or where I'll go.

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RAINDROPS. Oh, little shining crystals, oh, tiny drops oil rain, Why do you oonio to earth and beat upon our window-pane? Why must you come to-day, for you've spoiled our pienio quite, You might have stayed up in the sky until at least to-night. We'd planned this picnic weeks ago And now we simply cannot go. You've feally spoilt our holiday, So please, dear clouds, do go away. I don't want to be a baby, but I know that I shall cry, If you do not hurry past and leave a clear blue sky. So if you go I'll clap my hands and give a joyous shout. ... Oh, mother, let's get ready! The »un has. just como out! AUDREY DAHL. Nai Nai.

Potatoes grow in the ground, ■ That's where they are always found, Some peoplo buy them every day, Just to keep tho doctor away; But others do not care a rap If they should be all flabby fat! "THE IMP." Highland Park.

THE FAIRY. As I was dancing in the moonlight, I saw a fairy dressed in white. She had blue eyes like the summer skies. On her feet Shoes so- sweet; She went away in the twilight, I novor saw her since that night. "JOAN OF ARC." Kilbirnie.

WANDERING. As I wandered away o'er the brow of the hill, Nothing was silent, nothing was still. With blue sky above me and grass 'neath my feet, There's nothing so lovely, there's nothing so sweet. And a little fairy breeze, Dancing, scurrying through the. trees. The birds going flying across the sky; A butterfly doth flutter by. I wander on lost iv sweet dreams, Like fairyland to me it seems. "BOMA." Lower Hutt.