A Quiet Corner
she Kicked the spray She picked the spray, that I might know ' Down in the orchard, row on row Of plum and peach tree, blossoms reign;' For Spring, with all her merry tram, Has kissed the branches, so they glow Rose pink, and red, and flecked with snow, That I might feel the petals blow Away the breath of pleasure bane — She picked the spray. Such gifts I think the gods bestow On those whose tide of life ebbs low. A broken branch cannot attain To fruit, then bud and leaf again. She must have seen the symbol, so She picked the spray. e—Gloria Rawlinson, Auckland.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZH19340922.2.185.47.2
Bibliographic details
New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21912, 22 September 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
Word Count
109A Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21912, 22 September 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
Using This Item
NZME is the copyright owner for the New Zealand Herald. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons New Zealand BY-NC-SA licence . This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of NZME. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Acknowledgements
This newspaper was digitised in partnership with Auckland Libraries and NZME.