SUSAN SPRING

Southland Times, Issue 23610, 10 September 1938, Page 3 (Supplement)

SUSAN SPRING

—PRIZE— When Susan Spring so young and sweet Comes tripping through the grasses, The little wild flowers kiss her feet, And curtsey as she passes.

The hyacinth with bells dark blue, Lifts high her proud wee face. The shyer violets tipped with dew, With scent spring’s presence grace.

The daffodils shake out their frocks And dance upon the green; Primroses smooth their dainty smocks To honour Spring, their Queen.

So when the springtime comes to cheer The birds all loudly sing; “The best loved season of the year, Is Spring, Spring, Spring!” -Prize of 2/- to Cousin Phyllis Warren (13), Monowai, via Tuatapere.

—PRIZE— Miss Susan Spring has come again, To drive away the wind and rain, To deck the garden gay with flowers, And brighten up your favourite bowers.

She brings new songs for birds to sing; With melody the air doth ring: The trees burst forth in new buds green, On which the birds their feathers preen.

She tells her father, Sun, to shine, And, strange to say, he won’t decline, The flowers are bright, and, oh, the earth, Is filled with everlasting mirth. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Margaret Francis (12), 78 Russell street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Susan Spring is dancing slowly by, Her eyes as blue as the bluest sky, Over the valley the bird notes ring, Clear and sweet. The buttercups fling Carpets of gold. The delicate green Of willows glints with a silver sheen.

Susan Spring is dancing slowly by, The violets give her a welcome shy, The birds are nesting in the highest

trees, And gently rocked by the softest

breeze. The daisies peep through the fresh

green grass. And the crocus nods to all who pass,

The daffies and the primrose sweet, Bloom in the beds both trim and neat, The snowdrops and the violets blue, And crocuses of golden hue.

Susan Spring is dancing slowly by, The snowdrops utter a happy sigh, The daffodils bow and jonquils sway, And irises danced for joy today. The blossom-decked trees bend with a sigh As Susan Spring goes dancing by. —3 marks to Cousin Pat Henderson (14), Waikana, Gore-Ferndale R.D.

Oh welcome Susan, you are so sweet, As you come tripping on dainty feet, We hardly know that you are here, But you are welcome, oh my dear. —3 marks to Cousin Marie Sutton (13), Palmer street, Grasmere Terrace.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Once more we welcome Susan Spring, Into the world so cold. The flowers, they are all coming out, And tiny leaves unfold.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Sweet Susan Spring is very small— A pretty little fay; Her golden curls are long and fair,

For Susan brings such joyful times, To every one about, The lambs are frisking in the fields, While children run and shout.

Her eyes as clear as day. She wears a dress of em’rald green,

And round her tiny waist She has a belt of daffodils; Yes, Susan has great taste.

Hurrah! Hurrah! our gentle Spring, Has brought us happy days. Oh! How we wish that Susan Spring Would stay with us always!

’Twas Susan opened all the flowers, And placed the buds on trees. Yes, Susan always does her best We worldly folk to please. —3 marks to Cousin Mary Maloney (13), Makarewa.

—3 marks to Cousin Eva Lake V.A.C., M.A, (15), Tussock Creek.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Susan Spring is here again, With soft warm winds and gentle rain, And all the buds lift up their heads, Prepared to deck the garden beds.

The little birds they sing their best, And gaily build their downy nests, And carol, “Come sweet Susan Spring, And bring new life to everything.”

Beneath a willow tree. Her gown was coloured gold and green, Her feet I could not see.

I turned and fled. I was afraid That I might disturb her. And as I peeped around a tree She went without a murmur.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Susan Spring came dancing Along a country lane, Wild violets behind her Were holding up her train.

She threw on the hedges Flowers dainty and sweet, And yellow daffodils She scattered round her feet.

Up upon' the hillsides , She threw some small brown seed And there golden gorse grew, A notorious weed. —2 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe (13), Merrivale R.D., Otautau.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— I saw her dancing in a field,

I held my breath as she passed by, Her face was so lovely, And as she poised upon a stone, She fascinated me.

I hunted here, I hunted there, But never more did see That lovely vision, Susan Spring, Who had so haunted me. —3 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe (13), Merrivale R.D., Otautau.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Spring came dancing down the lane, I saw her dance along, Opening buds and waking birds. As she sang a merry song.

Frisking and jumping in the fields Are lambs so woolly and white, In the garden flowers are blooming, Everything looks happy and bright.

Signs of Spring are everywhere, How happy we all must be. For Susan Spring has come at last, Making us joyful and carefree. —2 marks to Cousin Vera Lake, V.A.C. M.A. (13), Tussock Creek.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Susan Spring, what does she bring? Flowers, >jpy, and everything. On tip-toe she dances along, Singing a happy little song. She gives a jolly little laugh As she dances down the path, When the spring does say “Goodbye,” ■ Susan flies back into the sky. —2 marks to Cousin Heather McLeay (13), Otahu, Blackmount R.D., Otautau.