Left-over Contributions

Southland Times, Issue 22508, 16 February 1935, Page 19

Left-over Contributions

—Commended—

I sat on the river bank gazing sadly across the silver waters where the sunbeams were dancing. I had been promised to go to a concert where four of my friends were dancing in a ballet. I longed to go but—

Across the water came sweet strains of music. In place of the sunbeams, were four tiny gauzy winged creatures. They danced to the sweet music which was played by some Elfin musician. The weeping willow bent its head as if in prayer. The breeze made music with the trees.

On and on they danced. The fairies grew taller every step they danced. While I was waiting for them to bow I woke up. Apparently I had fallen asleep while I was thinking of my friends.

The glittering sunbeams I had been watching had turned into fairies. As the fairies grew taller the sun had been sinking fast thus making the sunbeams longer. The fleeting moments of the fairy ballet I had been picturing my friends dancing. Never was I fascinated so much in all my life as at the “Dance of Sunbeams.”

I love to see you dancing On river, lake or sea I love to see you prancing And sparkling bright at me.

—2 marks to Cousin Gwendoline Strachan (14), Riversdale, Southland.

—Commended— I’m a big fat cow, And I took first prize. I’m red and white With big brown eyes.

I am milked in a bail In the morning and night. I kicked one day, And gave the milk-maid a fright.

I was taken to the show-ground And put in a pen, With which the outside was lined With many men.

There were many animals in my pen, And they all made an awful row, But I didn’t,

And that’s why I’m the Prize Cow.

—2 marks to Cousin Daphne McLeay (11), Otahu, Blackmount, Otautau R.D.

—Commended— I am the Prize Cow From the Invercargill Royal Show, My owner lives in the town of

Browns Which I consider the best' of all towns.

My coat is black with patches of

white, It looks so glossy in the sunlight. Around my neck a blue ribbon is tied. Which my owner will greatly prize.

I feel so happy and proud, To be inspected by such a crowd. And as they look on me with great delight, They say, “how pretty she is with her black and white." —2 marks to Cousin Olive Paton, (12), Bluff road, Invercargill.

—Commended—

Yonder, there stands a jersey cow, She’s friendly, right to the core. She never kicks when you milk her, She wouldn’t be such a bore.

Off to the shows she went last year To show off her smooth, sleek coat. Such a surprise, when she got home, She did nothing else but gloat!

At one show she took a first prize, So shiny and sleek she looked, And now that she has won a prize, For other shows, she is booked. —2 marks to Cousin Lilian Todd (14), Toa P.O.

He was hunting a rat In the dead of the night. The good persian cat, He was hunting a rat. That was wearing a cap That was made of greese and fat. He was hunting a rat. When she jumped on my lap! 1 mark to Cousin Nellie B. Duff (12), East road, Invercargill.

—Comrnen ded.— Oh lovely lady moon, In your silver gown; You’re bright in the country, And* bright in the town.

Sailing through the cloudlets, We’ll see her passing by. The lovely lady moon, Far up in the sky. —2 marks to Cousin Sylvia Dixon (12), c/o Lindsay and Dixon’s, Tuatapere.

—Commended.— Lady Moon up ever so high, Wending her way across the sky, ’Tis night, the sun has gone to bed, The stars shine brightly overhead.

At night she runs from east to west, Around the world without a rest, Leading the people on their way; Showing the‘ships their way to bay.

Up in the sky, a ball of gold, She’s lived for years, she’s very old, She sends her moonbeams down to earth, Some land here and some in Perth. —2 marks to Cousin Vera Boniface (14), 137 Crinan street.

—Commended. — A silver moon, Up so high Among the clouds In the sky. A silver face, A glittering beam Among the stars, Glittering stars gleam. Quickly moving And a glide Across the sky, Far and wide, She does sail In quick motion, And shines down, Upon the ocean. —2 marks to Cousin Catherine McGillivray (12), Menzies Ferry.

—Commended.—

Dear me, how tiresome these days are for me, especially when I am carrying people about on the tram lines.

Sometimes I pass lovely houses, and some beautiful gardens, with gorgeous flowers in them, that give a nice scent. But often my driver drives me so quickly that I have no time to pause and smell the scent.

At night, when pictures are on, they leave me outside in the chilly frosty air. Whoo-oo how it nips me. It makes my brakes go hard. At half past twelve they lock me up in the tram-shed, with quite a lot of other tram cars. On Sunday I have a day off. It is rather hard really whether I would like td be locked up or be outside. I think I would like to be out in the sunshine. —2 marks to Cousin Catherine MacGillivray (13), Menzies Ferry.