HOW GREEN IS MY VALLEY!
How green is my valley, where lush green grasses grow Transfigured now by spring's immortal hand. How bright the bird songs in this quiet vale To me the dearest spot in all the land . Here majestic trees rear their stately heads and life shows spacious growth And warmth of sunshine stirs the seeds from the bosom of the earth. Now apple blossoms' dainty pink are. held ’gainst the sky's canopy of blue. And kowhais’ golden bells, with tuis’ silver’d notes are fluted through Where distance lends enchantment to the view My green-folded hills are etched ’gainst purpl’d mountains’ everchanging hue And bracken hills with golden flame of gorse are all aglow. Here man may hope and strive and live his little hour Hear no harsh war drums roll, nor feel the curse of despots' tyrant power. How green is my valley!, A traveller sees a thousand such Maybe! But this one harbours home sweet home! For me it has a magic touch. —“Kowhai” (Wakefield).
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 24 October 1942, Page 6
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169HOW GREEN IS MY VALLEY! Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 24 October 1942, Page 6
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