A LETTER IN RHYME

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23115, 13 August 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

A LETTER IN RHYME

ANNE SHIRLEY —'Tis awful J - / cold to-day, the wind is whistling shrill; you wonder how I can be gay while hail beats on the sill? But if my mood was half as black as the clouds todav, 'twould bo a gruesome world, alack, so that is why I'm gay! I hoped to go to pay a call 011 "Women's Division, but, oh! The rain fell down all round the hall and folks didn't want to go. So I guess there's nothing else to do but sit me down and write, and while the world is gray and blue I'll try to keep me bright! 1 do not mind the wind and rain, nor thunder in the storm, but still I'd like Old Sol again to come and make me warm! The cattle in the bleak, low flats stand huddled in the mire, while we curl 1111 like lazy cats beside the open fire! There's little calves not very old

that shelter by their mother: the horses standing by the barn confide with one another. " It's freezing cold," the dappled mare says to the cob beside her. fhen the filly ipade them stare, "Here comes the boy to ride her! They toss their heads and wheel away, the mud flung on their courses. If boy intends to ride to-day he'll have to chase his horses! (I'm watching all this foing on at the farm across the way.) he horses still are speeding on—llo work for them to-day!— Good-bye for now. Love from Kitty Allan, Towai.