December
The grass is thick and tangled at my feet; 1 he trumpet-lily flow'rs hang golden-white. The creek and grasses gurgle where they meet, And flower-scent lies heavy through the night. The sun has bleached ihe little stooks of hay, And touched the mountain-tops with hazy blue. 7he hirds sing sweeter through each sunny day. And in the shorn hay-fields the grass is new. The summer queen has passed, and in her Wake, Has left a perfume drifting o'er the hills. Of tea-tree smoke. I hat curls across the lake And shrouds in purplcness its shining rills. Red plums haoc grown and ripened 'mid their leaves, And now the countless birds are busy there; The rimu droops green fronds as though she grieves, December sweetness fills the summer air. —Original, by Maureen C. M- Grace, D.M.B.G.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23850, 28 December 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)
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136December New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23850, 28 December 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)
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