A KAURI TREE

Manawatu Times, Volume 60, Issue 151, 29 June 1935, Page 16

A KAURI TREE

(Original, by Bonnie Dell). Giant Kauri of the forest, In this my native land, Abovo all trees I love you. Oh! Do you understand? You grow in God’s own country, To New Zealand you belong. Perhaps that is tho reason You aro so big and strong. Loved by our generation, You cast a magic spell On all who gaze upon you. Just why I cannot tell. But wait! I ha.v;} a feeling: It’s because you strive to grow Forever onward, upwards, A higher sphere to know. You signify what’s mighty, Tho truth of being sound, For you wero once a tiny seed Asleep beneath the ground. And now you’re firmly rooted, You still ordain to climb, Maybe perhaps for ever Until tho end of time. Giant Kauri of New Zealand, Forever you will be, King of ail the forest, And my favourite tree.

Tiakitahuna. Dear Hub—This week I visited the show and saw so many things that my head simply bussed. But I did not miss tlio model ships and the Miles Hawk which flew in the Air Race. Mac must havo been very cold and my brother says that he will not fly till ho is too old for walking. With this letter you will find a pretty little verso which I have copied for our Literary Corner, and I hopo you will like it too. In a few days we are having a fancy dress ball so I will' tell you all about it later on and close now with love from your Cog, Jack o’ Hearts. Brother believes in being wary, I can see, Jack o’ Hearts. The poem was beautiful, and I know other Cogs will enjoy it. Palmerston North. Dear Hub, —I am writing this note to accompany the Skilltest which was rather a pusslo at first, until I found the clue. I am also sending in the Membership Coupon and threepence in stamps for a badge. I did not go to the show this time, but my sister bought mo a big Mickic Mouse and a pocket knife. I have been sick in bed for a fortnight now and I suppose that I shall be a long way behind in my school work. The painters are painting our house and there is a nasty smell of fresh paint, which I do not like. Well, Hub, as one can not find much news while in bed I will close. Hinemoa. We all hope you’ll bo better again soon, Hinemoa. The badge will bo sent. Never mind, your sister’s present was a bit of the show. “OETE,” Pahiatua. Dear Hub and Cogs, —I have uot written for some time, so I thought I would write now. Baggy Ann told me that-, sho had sent some peggy squares for the Treasure Chest. Wo are making canvas purses at school. I got some of tho Skilltest out. I’ve got a new bike to ride to school on. Norman, my my little baby brother, just got two teeth through. How are you getting on, Hub? I received my badge ail right, Hub. I am very sorry I did not write and tell you but I hope you will excuse mo for not writing. Have you seen England’s new Jubileo stamp of ltd? My grandfather sent me a letter the other night and lie enclosed a Jubilee stamp. Haven’t much more news now, so good-bye. Your loving Cog Bed Ink.

I was so glad to find you “spilling” on our Pago again, Bed Ink. Norman must feel proud of those teeth. It will be splendid to have a purse you havo made yourself. I haven’t seen flic snap. Mr Puz and I loved them, Mr Puz was a wee bit jealous that you sent me more!

Mangawhata.

Dear Hub, —Did you go to the show, Hub? I did and I saw Rebecca Ann. I went in two side-shows; the bride and bridegroom for one, and oh! weren’t they small. I am proud of tho fact that I shook hands with them. I also saw Benny the seal who could do many tricks. I saw tho basketball and football, thinking both were very good games. On Friday night I went to an evening for a bride-to-be. Wo had a lovely time and many lovely games. We were to play Carnarvon last Thursday, but becauso they hadn’t their full team we did not play. On Thursday night I hope to go to a basketball social, to ■which my sister belongs. Aren’t we having rough weather lately, Hub? It nearly blew mo off my horse when I w r as coming home! Love from Rising Sun.

There were many interesting things to see at tho show, I thought, and you evidently enjoyed yourself. Mr. Wind is evidently indulging in his winter exercise.