THE FAIRY RING

Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 35, 9 August 1930, Page 20

THE FAIRY RING

"THE BLUE LAGOON.." Shadows aro falling behind the moon, Shimmering down on the Blue Lagoon; Softly maidens on tips of toes, Sweetly attired in garments of rose, Flit into view, 'Neath a sky of blue, Beside tho lake of the Blue Lagoon. Gracefully dancing the time away, Step by step and a sudden sway, Till moonlight fades and a blackened night, Will take ihe place of the bright moon- . light. . MABIE "WALSH. ' City.' "CRY OP A BIRD." The night is very still, ■■ And I am listening here. Of a sudden I hear the shrill Sweet cry of a bird in tho air. The fox is waken M from his lair, By tho sound of tho bird in the air. "LITTLE NELL." ' City.

DEAR ONES: Didn't I choose an unlucky week for your search for beautiful things—didn't I? I could imagine you all, like young Christopher Robin, with your great big waterproof boots on, sliding off your mushrooms and most gallantly setting out . ... and all the whiles, every impish raindrop was playing "Duck-puddle, drakepuddle, watch-me-make-a-lake-puddle" about your necks and around your knees! But you found your beautiful things, beloveds, 'spite of the rain; and some I have squeezed below, and some shall peep out at you from other Fairy Rings. And now that you have begun this search—carry on! For every lovely thing you find, or see, or feel, is treasure stored for the greyer days, when Beauty may be hidden away ... Two things have appeared in my letter-box with np^names to them —an elf on an elephant, and a story called "A Tiff." Let.me know to whom they belong, please, small owners. And I want all pictures for the Animal Page in this next week, so scurry! Loads of happiness to you all, chickadees.

"WINGS." Seagulls have white wings, Robins have brown; Swallows have, black wings, They fly up and down In the 'sky, ever so high, They wheel and fly. Here in the garden Bright peacocks pass. They cannot fly, They walk in the grass. I'd rather bo a gull on the sea, Flying and free. "QUEEN O' THE MAY." Porirua. "IN WILLIS STREET." Five-and-twenty minutes Waiting for a tram; I wonder what's the matter? Perhaps a traffic jamb. ... Mother's. in a fuss, And as each moment trickles by, It gets wuss and wuss! "OOMHI." City.