THE BRIDLE-PATH.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLVI, Issue 11, 13 January 1912, Page 6

THE BRIDLE-PATH.

ffhe bridle-path among; the hills Lies white between, the brackens tall, 33iro' tangled bush, o'er rugged steeps. It winds, unbound: by hedge or wall. No. marks-to "guide its narrow way, My track, unbroken to alien feet, Save trees that stand, like sentinels And wild flowers sweet. 3Pall flannel daisies lift-fcheir lieads 'Moaig scarlet fuchsias .h% the way, 'And, clumps of golden-pet between— . -Bweet■•-.■•scented summer's' tribute pay. ' 'All softly green the- arching boughs That blend where mm ana dewhav© kissed.

With blue of jacaranda trees, lake ocean-mist. It wanders 'nioiig its own fair fields. And seeks the woods and uplands browm; The world goes by another way With traffic oi the surging town; It leaves'my track in solitude. Here whejre the blue-grey shadows glide To meet the mists from far-off hills And spaces wide. ?The amber rays of eventide Slant softly o'er it as I pass, And swallow's hover twittering, While sparrows gor^ip in. the grass; Aad then below the sbars I ride, When tender night the tired earth stills, 'Afar upon the bridle-track Among the hills. —Annie S. liae-Smith. Sydney Mail.