THE CREEK.

Otago Witness, Issue 2520, 2 July 1902, Page 85

THE CREEK.

There'B a bonny little creek Where, all the golden day, The darting minnows play Hide and seek, • Where- the yellow tussocks wave, And the running ripplets lave The pebbles at my feet ' .With a murmuring music sweat. The graceful toi-toi beiicTs O'er the resting- waters cool Of the glinting, clear, brown pool Its feathery ends, Like a tall, slight girl a-s she Gazes down to see Her reflection mirrored there, So slenderly, daintily fair. The long, waving leaves of the flax Are gleaming and glistening bright, Reflecting the radiant light From their bending back". 3?rom out the long grasses between, As if shyly loath to be seen, The fern on the bank droopeth low, To dip in the creek's rippling flow. Through soft, sedgy clumps of brown rushes It lazily loiters along, Where, save for its low, trickling song, A quiet hush is. There white, fleecy clouds of the sky, In its limpid depths shimmering lie, • While the deep, tender blue overhead Its soft colour beneath them has spread. Where this little creek farther may flow, Wheje it joins its bright waters, that quiver In the sun, with the dark, muddy river, "*"■" I care not to know. It is filling my hour of leisure With a. sense of purest pleasure, And I lie fiere, content just to be, As it" murmurs its "Message to ins. — Sibil. Douglas. June, 1902.