THOUGH MY WINDOW.
Glancing through my window, What-is that I see? Little birds are chirping In the rustling tree. Violets blooming shyly By a rose so tall; - • 'Neath a sunny wall. Bees are humming by them, Buzzing happily; Butterflies are idarting Colourful- and free, r -~ JVhite clpuds up. above : them In a sunny, ;sky, . - . -. They reflect the pictures As 'skylarks hover by. OUR BABY. . (Original.) Baby sat upon the grass, \ A daisy in her hand; . She did not see mo watching. Though I was close at. hand. She gave a little tiny laugh, A gay'and happy one, And thus she played upon tho grass, Beneath the golden sun..;. ■_ "SNOW WHITE" (9). City." * A SUMMER DAY. (Original.) TTndeVnentli a willow tree, ' By a babbling brook,, .. Alike to sit on a summer's day,' Reading a favourite book. I can hear the* babbling water. And the twittering In the trees, And above me willow leaves Ara rustling in the breeze. "GREAT GREEXFEATHER" (12). ' Johnsonville.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 48, 26 February 1938, Page 20
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161THOUGH MY WINDOW. Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 48, 26 February 1938, Page 20
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