SPRINGTIME IN H.B.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 235, 17 September 1934, Page 11

SPRINGTIME IN H.B.

[Contributed by “Jan.”] The winter now is over and spring onco more is here, With daffodils and violets in gardens far and near, Whilst in the orchards, fruit trees, so beautiful and gay With blossom, seem to tell us, “ ’Tis spring-time in Hawke's Bay,” At Kidnappers, the gannets are nesting one by one, After, each year, migrating till winter days are done, But when the spring-time cometh, they reach our shores again Tb sit and hatch their young ones in their protected den. In fields wo see the lambkins all frolicking in play. Their mothers close beside them to guide them lest they stray, And all around is brightened by little birds that sing Hare songs of wondrous sweetness, in Hawke’s Bay in the spring. Our lives are like the seasons, spring, summer, autumn too, While sorrow is the winter which we nt times pass through And as the leaves in autumn do fade and fall away, So we, when death doth cla>a W, Mtne on to brighter day.