SEAGULLS

Evening Post, Volume CXIV, Issue 50, 27 August 1932, Page 7

SEAGULLS

(Original, by "Sunset," aged 12, for the Bird Page.) While-grey brother of the shore and the seas, Gliding on the wing of a salt-sea breeze. Swooping, diving on the wild wave's foam, Winging with the sunset to your high cliff home.

Wild are your cries as you breast the sea, Your untamed life belongs to the free; Circling, you swoop and catch your prey, Arrow-diving into silent bay.

White-grey brother of the foam-flecked seas, Gliding, on the wing of a salt-sprayed breeze, Swooping, crying, on the shore waves' foam, Winging with the sunset to your high cliff home.

"East Lynne," Miramar.—Did you run fast enough? I 'spect Mummy sniffed once, and then threw far as she could 1 "Milkmaid," Miramar.—Gooseberry leaves are the nicest green when they first unfold. Lily Babington, Newlanas.— And you also, wee one. The summery poem Is a dear. "Dewdrop," Johnsonville.—Drawings for the Ring must be made on paper-without-llnes, chick. You see, the lines show, too. "Vn rt!,l Lloi; d'" ,Gre^ own-—I saw that snow in the week-end. Low down over the hills It was, like a blanket flung over.

"Greencap," Miramar.—Bad luck to have clinic in holiday time, Dear-heart—but Just splendid to get it all over. "Whlzzle-Pop," Kelburn.—But you're late darling' Tha Spring Child Is on the way now. Write me a story for her. '. . . "Brown Elf," Greytown.—They would look lolly—a whole herd dressed for winter 1 "Sleeping Beauty," Greytown.—l remember last year when you started hopscotch again, "Scarlet Rose," Island Bay.—lsn't It a place-for-adventure? I like it in summer when the ferns uncurl their fingers.