WHAT THE RIVER TOLD THE BRIDGE
(Original.) "I come twisting, twining, winding among the rocky heights of the Elmwood mountains, leaping and rushing down the valleys over crags and down falls. Frothing and foaming, I come, ever eager to reach the sea. On and on I flow until I reach the verdant hills, where I glory in the peacefulness and freshness of the surroundings. Blossoms and leaves flutter down in th«» breeze to glide with me amid the glories of Nature. "I glide beneath bdth - small and large bridges until 1 come to the little old-fashioned villages, where I collect even more blossoms* and leaves as I wash past ferneries and orchards of luscious fruit. "Freshness and coolness to the laughing bathers there I bring. On and on I flow until I reach you to whom I can relate my travels. 'Men may come and men may go, but I go on forever.'" "WAVING CORN" (15). Lower Hutt.
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Evening Post, Volume CXX, Issue 126, 23 November 1935, Page 24
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158WHAT THE RIVER TOLD THE BRIDGE Evening Post, Volume CXX, Issue 126, 23 November 1935, Page 24
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