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MEETING THE BOAT

"The other morning I went down to met the ferry-boat at 6 o'clock in the morning. The harbour was so still and green; the sun peeping over the lofty Orongorongos'caught the wavelets on one side, making them flash momentarily. The water lapped lazily at the wharf piles. Then the Rangatira nosed her way majestically up the harbour and soon was berthed at the wharf when I spied Dad cheerfully waving up on deck." VKAYO" (11). Khandallah.

/'WAVES." There are big waves and little waves, Green waves and blue.' : -.. Wares: you can, jump . orer,; wares you can'dive through.. Waves' that .rise up Like « great water wall. And don't break at all. Waves that can' whisper, Waves that can roar, -■■■■ And tiny, waves that.run at you Running on the.shore.'.. —Sent by: (13). Ficton. /•■■ - , ',■ .: . '. ■

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Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 55, 6 March 1937, Page 20

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MEETING THE BOAT Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 55, 6 March 1937, Page 20

MEETING THE BOAT Evening Post, Volume CXXIII, Issue 55, 6 March 1937, Page 20