VAGRANT VERSE
THE ORETI ANTHOLOGY. 148.—The Old Wood. (Written for the Southland Times.) In the old wood, the cold wood, A prince came riding through, And he cut a branch, a strong branch, A delicate branch, a long branch, For he had work to do. His stallion neighed and was afraid, The prince he switched its side, And he rode away that only day, He galloped away, that lovely day To a castle of his pride. Now the old wood is a sold wood, For oak must build a town, And no trees stand in forests grand, No^ r all is scarred and barren land And no prince gallops down. —Southerner. Invercargill, July 2.
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Southland Times, Issue 20527, 2 July 1928, Page 6
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114VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20527, 2 July 1928, Page 6
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