THE OAKS OF SYMONDS STREET
By RUTHYN.
It's only a ruse and a pose 1 will own, A play they've enacted for many a year. To wrap themselves up in their bridge coats of brown, And cast off their offspring all passe and sere. The windmill which bails them year in and year out. The neighbouring angels, and brave " Sergeant Dan." They know that the programme is thrilling no doubt, And await the next act as a good audience can. Dear trees. Though you're cast in a part that's austere, You arc bursting with promise, I know for I've seen Your mesh of brown branches send out every year. Their tufts and their tassels of delicate green. And little fan-fingers that widen and spread, Till they've caught. - all the vestments and verdue of spring, Filtering sunlight and green overhead. And our o'rl Grafton Gully's a glamorous thing.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVIII, Issue 20982, 19 September 1931, Page 4 (Supplement)
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147THE OAKS OF SYMONDS STREET New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVIII, Issue 20982, 19 September 1931, Page 4 (Supplement)
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