THE PINE RIDGE
(Selected) ! They are the reefs Where the great winds break In a thunderous unseen swell, j And the soft blue airs of a summer i night Make a sound like a singing shell. j With a wind of flame, The daylight dies, I On the rim of the purple steep, j They darkly brood on the crimson skies, i Like a dim-spirited city of sleep. i And all day long And all night long , Though inland far they be. : They haunt the hills with a drowsy song The whisper of the sea. I —Sent in by Dulsie Hardyment, j Stoke.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 24 October 1941, Page 3
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103THE PINE RIDGE Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 24 October 1941, Page 3
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