ORIGINAL VERSE.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXV, Issue 20112, 24 November 1928, Page 4 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL VERSE.

The following original poems are by girl members of the Herald Circles. SPRING. Spring in all its wondrous glory, Daffodil and violet blue, Brightly sing an age-old story, Carol* it to me and you. They're chanting Nature's story, Nesting birds, and budding trees, Butterflies in golden glory, Flowers swaying in the breeze. Song ot a new earth dawning, Throbbing life on land and sea; Of God's gifts, a fair spring morning, Is the sweetest one to me. (Original). Betty Mole'sworth, Otaki (aged 15). ARUM LILIES. Ten ladies stand by the garden wall, Tender, soft, yet straight and tall. White 1 rocks, flowing locks, Have one and all. Ten soldiers stand by the garden wall, Stiff and straight are one and all. Dressed in green ; brightest seen ; Come to wed their ladies tall. Who are those soldier people Who are stiff and straight and tall? They are arum lilies That grow by the garden wall. Original poem, by Lorna Finlayson 6, Ladies' Mile, Remuera (ago 10). BETTY.

Betty is my dolly fair, With sweet blue eyes and golden hair, Pink little cheeks "and chubby toes, And a wee birthmark on tho tip of her noso. She's dressed in her best when I take her to town, But when that is dirty she wears Golly's gown. Sometimes she grumbles and pretends she is sick, But if she won't stop, she will soon tasto the stick! When we get home I will put her to bed. And put her soft pillow under her head. Off I will hurry to fetch her some milk, And put on her gown all made of blue silk. After her tea she will fall fast asleep, And is sure then to dreain of 80-pcep and

her sheep. —Tui Scott. 136, Grey Street, Onehunga (ago 10).

ONE O'CLOCK DREAMS.

At night time when I go to bed Strange, fleeting thoughts come in my head, I seem to sail to Wonderland On silver streams and golden sand, I see so many lovely things There's dancing dolls on rainbow strings, And coloured beads mado from the dew, By Pixie men and elfins too. They shower these beads all over me, They seat mo 'neath a magic tree, I tell them tales I've read at home, Till they say they think they'll roam, Far from their Wonderland, oh, so dear, And sit on my pillow. Oh !so near, And whisper sweetest dreams to mo, Of the silver moon and the sunlit sea. —By Marion R. Bond, Okaihau.