TO A CLOUD

Southland Times, Issue 23308, 18 September 1937, Page 5 (Supplement)

TO A CLOUD

—PRIZE— Oh cloud, so white, so far away As o’er Celestial fields you stray, My fancies weave a wondrous train Of sweet fantasies in my brain. I seem to see a dazzling fleet Of ships, a-glimmer in the heat, Asleep upon a summer sea That ever drifts away from me. And then again a flock of sheep Are calling through the mists of sleep, Their fleeces white as falling snow Are merging in an endless flow. Oh cloud, your softness, milky white Is full of dreaming as the night, But, as the night ends with the day— So dreams must die, and pass away. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Isobel McKenzie, M.A.C. (15), Dipton.

—PRIZE— Oh! little white cloud, you sail so fast, Across the azure blue I would love to sit in your soft white folds, And sail along with you. We could sail away over lands afar, And over the deep blue sea, Oh! we could have such a jolly time, And be home again for tea. of 1/- to Cousin Wallace Baillie (8), 216 Nelson street.

—PRIZE— Little white cloud In the blue sky How pretty you look As you sail by.

_ Blacky grey cloud You mean more rain We don’t want you Too soon again. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Melva Lake (6), Section 8, InvercargillGlencoe R.D.

—PRIZE— O fleecy cloud, O ball of white, A-floating up on high; I love tQ see .you sailing there A-sailing through the sky.

You are so graceful and so light, You look just like a queen; You make the sky more beautiful .Than it has ever been.

When we are much in need of rain, You send us water, too, And that is why I love to see You sailing through the blue. Prize of 1/- to Cousin Mary Moloney (12), Makarewa.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED—

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh silent, solitary drifting cloud, Your anger frightens me, For when I see your large black face, To home I quickly flee.

Away up there, high in the sky, The little clouds go sailing by. They may be white, grey, black or blue, I love to watch them, don’t you?

Some days out on the lawn I lie, And love to gaze and gaze on high, They are so smooth and fluffy white, It really is a wonderful sight.

Oh silky cloud, why do you hide. The good, kind sun on high, Who fills the earth with bright sunshine, Who smiles when I go by.

Often I see some pictures too, From little clouds up in the blue. Perhaps a little bed of white, And blue surrounds it, oh so bright.

Oh, Mr Cloud when you sail by, We all are sad again. The earth is cold and dark and damp, Of that we can complain.

Away up there, high in the sky, The little clouds go sailing by. They may be white, grey, black or blue, I love to watch them, don’t you?

And sometimes when you’re fierce and black, An ugly sight to see, You send the rain to water plants, You can, that great help be. —3 marks to Cousin Marion Stobo, V.A.C., M.A.. (14), 20 Wellington street.

—3 marks to Cousin Helen Dalgamo A.C., (15), 71 Grey street, Gladstone.