TREES

Southland Times, Issue 23782, 1 April 1939, Page 3 (Supplement)

TREES

—PRIZE— The kowhai wears a crown of gold, The rata tree is crimson bold, The stately poplars grow so high, You’d think they’d almost reach the sky. The weeping willow by the pond, Is one of which I’m very fond. The plum tree blossoms gleam so white, Just now they look a lovely sight. The rimu tree is stately tall, And, from the totara, berries fall. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Phyllis Warren (13), Monowai, via Tuatapere. —PRIZE— There is a lovely story told, ' About a poplar tree, And how it had a pot of gold— You know the old story. I wonder what the trees do think, As day by day they stand, As shelter to a cottage house, And beauty to the land. And if the wind comes whistling by, Which bends the poor old trees, I wonder if. they like the blow, —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Clara Lobb, M.A.C., M.M.S. (14), Box 28 Edendale.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Some trees are short, Some trees are tall, Some trees have big leaves, And some trees small.

Some trees keep their leaves, Some let them fall. Some have pretty flowers. And some have none at all. —3 marks to Cousin lan McEwen (8), 87 Morton street. ’

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh lovely lovely stately trees, You tempt me here to stay Beneath your cooling branches As they gently bend and sway.

I listen to the crooning breeze Among the tree-tops tall, And high up in your branches , I hear the song-bird’s call. —3 marks to Cousin Valerie Fox A.C., (8). 57 Conyers street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— For spring and summer the trees are

gay, In sunlit meadows the little lambs play. The wind is gentle that once was

keen. And the trees in the garden are fresh and green.

When autumn tints the trees with gold. And the mornings and evenings begin to grow cold. Then we know that chilly old winter drear, With his winds and snow is drawing near. —3 marks to Cousin Margaret McCleery V.A.C., (12), 193 Ritchie street. “MY DOG”

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Tall and stately trees, Bowing low to all; Swaying in the breeze, While the leaves do fall. Branches low and wide, Tempting boys to climb; How they love to climb, Up to heights sublime.

Birds do love to nest, Up above so high,

For they know its best When their foes .are nigh.

—3 marks to Cousin Richard Goodson V.A.C., (12), 64 Robertson street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Some are poplars, some are birches. Some are thin and very tall. Some are willows, some are oaks, Some are stout and very small.

Birches stand stately in the forest, Willows hang over the dark church-

yard. Poplars line the country lanes, And oaks make shelter in the farmyard.

—3 marks to Cousin Cora Pedlar (12), 169 St. Andrew street.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Oh what a beauty comes to us, In lovely native trees, For in the dreary winter days, They do not shed their leaves.

But it is to the English trees We owe our autumn tones, And when the dainty flowers are

few, These decorate our homes.

But in the forest, sad to say, These trees are now cut down. And brought in loads by milling

trains, For use in every town

2 marks to Cousin Raynor Huffadine M.A.C., (12), 94 Nelson street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— In the native bush I love to stand. Gazing at the mighty monarchs, Trees so big and grand.

Sunbeams, playing hide-and-seek. Among the leaves so high, _ Gentle breezes, softly blowing, Seem to sob and sigh. —3 marks tq Cousin Irene Collett (10), Tanner street, Grassmere. _

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Clad in foliage fresh and green, Swaying in the breeze, Their branches waving to and fro, Stand the stately trees.

They nod their heads together. And whisper friendly words. And spread their branches wide to

give A home to lonely birds.

Their strong brown trunks rise high

above The cool green grass below; They stand up straight, all day and

night. Through rain, or hail, or snow. —3 marks to Cousin Mary Maloney M.A.C., (13), Margaret street. Richmond Grove.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Big trees, small trees, Trees of every size, Brown trees, green trees. To greet the human eyes.

Native trees, garden trees, They grow everywhere, Ugly trees, pretty trees, Some are even bare.

Flower trees, fruit trees, Some have none at all, Straight trees, crooked trees, And some are very tall.

Trees for you, trees for me, Trees to suit everyone. But climbing the crooked tree. Is where we have the fun.

—3 marks to Cousin Elaine McCleery A.C., (7), 193 Ritchie street.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Out in the garden away from the

wall, A cabbage tree growing, so stately

and tall; Green leaves bunching at the top, Long brown stem from bottom to top.

Summer time it’s dressed in white, Clusters of flowers drooping down from its height; Winter time it’s dressed in green, Stately and tall after its glory has

been. —2 marks to Cousin Ronald Teller (11), Brydone.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— In autumn the trees are yellow and brown. You will see them in both the country and town, In winter the leaves all go to sleep, And then in the spring begin to peep.

In summer the trees wear a coating of green, A prettier sight could not be seen, These changes are as plain can be, To all who care to look and see. —2 marks to Cousin Isabel McEwen A.C. (10), 87 Morton street. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— In the native bush there are trees of every hue— There are huge giant poplars and

little peppers too; Purple violets peep up shyly from a carpet at their feet, And there’s a cluster of weeping willow trees around the river,

neat. By the pool there are a few pine trees—one’s just a little bit tall, ' The prickly lawyer creeps in among

. them all; The bush .is just swinging with colour when summer is gliding

by;, The trees glisten far and near when the sun shines from the sky.

—2 marks to Cousin Alexander McCleery V.A.C., (10), 193 Ritchie street.