TO-MORROW

Southland Times, Issue 20897, 5 October 1929, Page 22

TO-MORROW

—First Prize—

To-morrow I’ll be—l don’t know, I really cannot think. Perhaps I’ll go exploring then To find the "missing link.”

Perhaps I’ll be a pirate bold; Perhaps I’ll be a king; Perhaps I’ll be a jolly fool— I might be anything.

I’ll have a great big limousine, A Rolls-Royce, and a Ford. Unless I am a miser mean, With my great golden herd.

Perhaps I’ll be a millionaire, And live in old New York. I’ll be a friend of Henry Ford, And talk the Yankee “tork.”

But these are only idle dreams; To morrow isnjt here. There’s no harm in thinking, When dreams arn’t very dear.

To-morrow I’ll be what I am; Whatever that may be. ’ But whether I’ll be that or not, It’s simply—Don’t ask me! —5/. and 4 marks to Cousin Peter Ferguson (15), Underwood. —.Second Prize— To-morrow I will span the gap That comes twixt youth and age. To morrow I will turn the leaves, And read another page Of fortune's plans for me. My castles in the air shall rise; My dreams shall all come true; I'll climb the ladder step by step ! Towards the cloudless blue—: That great e’er-changing sea. To-morrow I shall see those sights That are not seen to-day. The troubles of the present then Shall all be flown away, No more to re-appear. I’ll walk the path of happiness; The path of flowers sweet. The thorns that lie around to-day No more shall pierce my feet, Or fill my heart with fear. To-morrow I will do those things I failed to do to-day. The cross-roads I will well have passed Along a grassy way, Towards that distant goal. Still higher will I aim, and bo Braver and truer still. I will be good and do my best To do my Master’s will, And help some other soul.

Alas! How many fail to be The heroes of their dreams. But I must seek the strength to climb If I must win, it seems, And reach the long-sought place. To-morrow might be just too late For me to start the climb, So I will then begin to-day And reach the goal in time To see His shining face.

—2/6 and 3 marks to Cousin Annie Williamson (15), Lanark street, Mosgiel.

—Commended.— Let’s hope for to-morrow I To-day may look black, But just turn your back And forget its sorrow. Still hope for to-morrow. The world’s full of sadness For everyone. Still there is the sun! And is it not madness To shut out such gladness? Let’s hope for to-morrow Don’t look behind And think in a mind Full of grief ana' sorrow “My sins!” Hope—to-morrow.

What fun we will have When alone we’ll be, No one who gave Will see you and me.

Just look to the morrow And work with a will Hoping, praying, til! Relieved of your sorrow Joy is yours—to-morrow.

Hoping, praying, working still, Looking forward, onward till Lying in peace you softly say “Lord, I’m tired,” and pass away. —1 mark to Cousin Jean Playfair (15), “Bonniefield,” Gummies Bush.

—Commended. — Come and play with me to-morrow. For I will be alone, We will get some old clothes to borrow. And dress right to the bone.

To-morrow is the day Oh! do not forget, For its old clothes at bay And great fun, you bet. —1 mark to Cousin Margaret Macarthur (10), Ohai.