WHEN WINTER COMES.
.By
"Saint.")
Each year, it seems, about this time Friends living in a warmer clime Become solicitous of me; And write in fevered esetacy Of golden days and gorgeous flow’rs Of how they while away the hours Without a worry or a eare; And how they wish 1. too. was there. “Imagine. if you can,’’ they write, ‘‘Each day a dream of pure delight; The lilt of many songs birds rare Steals through the perfume-laden air; On every hand Dame Nature smiles, While round about for miles ami mile: Magnolias, roses, everywhere. And how they wish I “could be there. Of course they wish it: so du J; But there are some good reasons wh; 1 don’t pack up and start right now. The first Because 1 don’t see how Mv -family could live on air. Perfumed or otherwise; 1 swear I’d move out there as quick as seat. Provided they could tell me that. The second: 1 ’m afraid to roam So far away from ••Home Swee Home.’’ Where I must needs make friendship new. In place of old ones, tried and true. ] love the perfume of the flowers 1 love to while away the hours: But the big cause for discontent Ts, vou cannot lay by :« 'S eent,
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 11, 24 December 1925, Page 11
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213WHEN WINTER COMES. Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 11, 24 December 1925, Page 11
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