ORIGINAL POEM

Southland Times, Issue 23646, 22 October 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL POEM

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— While in our fancy dresses We all feel very gqy, Dressed as clowns or pedlars, Or pretty fairy fays.

And as we’re walking in the crowd We sometimes have a fright. When we meet a pirate bold, With long, untidy hair. —2 marks to Cousin May Horton (14), Tussock Creek. ,

. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— I love to make a fancy, dress, . And do it my very best, I make the collar so neat and white, And then, they say it is a sight

I make the rest a pretty red. And then it’s almost time for bed. But tomorrow I’ll finish it all, ■ Then it will be ready for the fancy

dress ball. ; . ; . —2 marks to Cousin Isobel Munro (13), Ardlussa, Balfour.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Above the wide and merry earth. Aeroplanes do fly, Over the jagged mountain tops, Or the bright blue sky. —2 marks to Cousin Phyllis Warren (12), Monowai, via Tuatapere. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— Aeroplanes give such a thrill, When flying up so high, Then like a bird they take a leap, And soar up in the sky. An aeroplane does useful work.

In many kinds of ways, Like taking mail to back-block folk, - And serving, other days. —2 marks to Cousin Mary Lobb, V.A.C., M.M.S. (15), Box 28, Edendale.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— King Winter has begun his reign, So cruel and cold is he, Sending to us snow and rain, And sleet and hail, you see.

The snow is now falling down, So pure and sparkling white, Falling softly on the town, Falling day and night

Down upon the blue mountains, Down upon the hills, Round about the fountains, And all the vales it fills.

Oh the winter, how I love it. With snow upon the ground, The birds do fly above it, With a cheery chirpy sound. —2 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe (13), Merrivale R.D., Otautau.