VAGRANT VERSE
THE FIRS IN WINTER. High on the dark wet wintry slopes of heather Proudly they stand and tall, — Dark trees gathering silently close together . Feeling the cold ram fall; Seeing tho broken wild grey clouds go blowing And the short daylight die-— Dark trees out on the wild dark heathland, growing Straight towards the sky 1 —G, M. Hain®*
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Southland Times, Issue 22131, 27 September 1933, Page 4
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61VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22131, 27 September 1933, Page 4
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