Poets' Corner

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVI, Issue 23275, 18 February 1939, Page 8 (Supplement)

Poets' Corner

THE MOSQUITO

It is dark and 1 can hear him Coming nearer eotr nearer: He is such a noisy fellow, And his buzz Is growing clearer. 1 make a vicious slap and miss The tiresome little mite. He always makes that buzzing noise When I pat out the light. '

I wait in silence till he comes And settles on my nose, Then slap again; he dodges. And I scramble beneath the clothes. At length 1 venture out again To find him waiting still. He's determined he will get me, And I know he surely will. —Original by Fay Price (12).

I like the noxioai weeds, don't you? At least some noxious weeds I do. Ooer our fence the blackberries grow; _ But I don't mind, 1 like them so. They're thorny and' scratchy, bat I don't care; I like to see theni hanging there. The juiciest ones ere hard to finds They hide where there's thorns and leaoes entwined. Out of my reach the largest ones grow; _ Bat how to get ut them I don't know. I scramble and stntch and tear my clothes, • Then fall in the brambles and scratch my nose, —Original by Pttt. Price (14)*

FAIRY FROLIC m

Down the narrow paths Of the woodland, scenes so gcty; You will see the fairy folk Dancing as they play. Round and round they go, Fairies, pixies, gnomes, Playing near the mushrooms Which are their little homes. ' ✓ —Poem and sketches original -In" i[ . i < Ailsa Wallace (12).

' LITTLE COTTAGE «

l have many pretty pictures a-hangiig on my Wall, But amongst the dainty painiings, 1 life this one best of all— ' . 'Tis of a little cottage (it has latticed " windows loo), And inside these little windows there ate blinds of deepest blue. And looking from the doorstep cf the little cottage brovon, One may see the cattle grazing, on the' wide and rolling downs, And around the little cottage, there ate flowers of every hue, „ And in the early morning, they axe teacaps for the dew. And beside the little cottage, a ting streamlet flows, And upon the tiny streamlet, the watolily grows, And when I gaze upon this scene, and birds have gone to rest, 'Tit then I like the painting of the Utile cottage best. —Original by Nola West (14.K

TONGUE-TWISTER

Whether the weather be fine l , Or whether the weather be aot> Whether the weather be cold, Or whether the weather be hbt, We'll weather the weather Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not.' —Copied. Bona Wilcox (age 11), —* v—o