ORIGINAL STORIES

Southland Times, Issue 23374, 4 December 1937, Page 4 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL STORIES

—HIGHLY COMMENDED—

On sunny days we all enjoy, The wealth of summer’s sun. I feel so very sad at heart. When sunny days are done.

Such days, there’s magic in the air A wonder to behold, The flowers bask in their delights, Their petals they unfold.

Sweet bell-birds lift their golden notes, And sing in charming praise, The little sparrows chirp with glee On these bright sunny days.

The people do not hurry home. As on a cold wet day. But stroll along the blooming parks And watch the sunbeams play.

The little lambs out in the fields, Enjoy these sunny hours, The butterflies flit gaily round The gentle sleepy flowers.

The dark green bush is lit up with The rata’s deep red flame, I’m sure that spring is on her way, When sunshine calls her name. —2 marks to Cousin Marion Stobo M.A., M.A.C., (14), 20 Wellington street. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Sunny days are happy days For everyone is gay, And children are so cheerful As they run outside to play. The cattle are contented As they graze on the grass And watch the sea-gulls flying As they quickly pass. The flowers look so pretty As they grow beneath the trees. And from the hawthorn hedge there. comes A scent blown by the breeze. —2 marks to Cousin Vera Lake A.C., (13), Tussock Creek, Section 8,. Invercargill-Glencoe R.D. —VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED—

I like to hear of pirates That sailed in olden days, And how they plundered cargo ships In many different ways. —3 marks to Cousin Dorothy Lake (8), Tussock Creek, Section 8, In-vercargill-Glencoe R.D. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— O fluttering sea-gull come to me, Leave your vast and angry sea. Leave the wind and rain-lashed waves, Leave your bleak home in the caves. The angry sea-gull turns from me, Back to the vast and roaring sea, Back to the white waves topped with foam, Back to his cold and lonely home. —2 marks to Cousin Betty Grace (12), 233 Spey street.