TO A CLOUD

Southland Times, Issue 23308, 18 September 1937, Page 6 (Supplement)

TO A CLOUD

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh little cloud of fluffy white, A-flying through the sky. I often watch you day or night, Flying up on high. ~ , , You see the busy world below, The children all at play. And hear the four winds gaily blow, All on a quiet day. —3 marks to Cousin Joyce Howden M.A.C., (12), Mataura Island.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— As I was walking down the lane. I saw you floating fast; You looked as if you’d bring some snow Before the night was past.

I hurried off inside at once, My eyes still kept on you, As you floated gently on Across the sky so blue.

Then at night you disappeared. And snow came tumbling down. Covering the fresh green- grass With a sparkling snow-white gown. —3 marks to Cousin Eva Lake (14), Tussock Creek, Section 8, Glencoe R.D., Southland.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— A cloud is like a little child, When it is dull and blue , It weeps fresh tears on Nature s works Do you?

It is a cool and gentle rain From clouds so very few, It plods across the leaden sky, Do you? —3 marks to Cousin. Shirley McKeever V.A.C. (14), 191 Pomona street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh happy little cloud, In the sky so bright, Where are you when the stars Are shining in the night?

I can see you floating In the clear blue sky, A*nd you look so pretty As you go sailing by.

I like to see you up there Floating near the sun, Because I know we will have Fine days and lots of fun.

—3 marks to Cousin Dorothy Lake (8), Tussock Creek, Section 8, Glencoe R.D.

-VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh you little fleecy cloud Floating in the sky, How I wish that I could float Away up there on high.

When the rain clouds come around, They blow you right away, , And soon the sky is covered o er With a pall of grey.

But we know that you’re still there Waiting for the sun. « . And when he shines out again, We can have great fun. —3 marks to Cousin Alan Lake (10), Tussock Creek, Section 8, Invercargill-Glencoe R.D.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Sailing, sailing, far beyond the

breeze, Floating, floating, up above the trees. Little beds of vapour floating, oh, so

high ’ . • Tiny little raindrops, way up in the sky.

Drifting, drifting, drifting very fast, Till old Sol comes again, Then you disappear at last. . —3 marks to Cousin June Rees (14), 272 Yarrow street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Fleecy little bundle, Floating in the sky, Glistening in the sunlight As you amble by. White and soft and cuddly, Faintly tinged with gold, Ever gliding onwards As in the days of old. Bringing thoughts of sunshine, To tired and weary ones, Whose paths are dull and dreary. Whose lives are sad and lone.

Keep on ever smiling Little golden cloud, Cheer the hearts of all the Humble and proud. —3 marks to Cousin Margery Barlow (14), 61 Eye street.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— A-floating in the azure blue, So white a cloud, and airy too. All day long you drift around, So near and yet so far from the

ground; And when the day has passed away, You with the other clouds do play. And when the morning sun peeps

out, You then begin to float about. —2 marks to Cousin Joyce Howden M.A.C. (12), Mataura Island.