ORIGINAL VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 23828, 27 May 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL VERSE

STEWART ISLAND Oh land of splendour and glory, Isle of emerald green, A land 'of exquisite beauty, That few have ever seen. Oh Island of Rakiura, The isle of glowing skies, Where hills are clad in bush trees, Some hidden beauty lies. The creepers ramble freely, And dainty fern leaves spread, Where the rata’s flaming brightly, In its gayest hue of red. There tuis and all native birds, Their shrilling notes you hear, While the sweet songs of bell birds, Echo loud and clear. Out in the sheltered bays we see, The tourist launches roam, 'And dainty little rowing boats, Bobbing in the foam. . And at the sunny beaches, Enclosed by bushland green, You can see the bathers swimming In waters so serene. At the wharf where all are busy, Three times a week or more, The Tamatea comes at noon With tourists by the score. There’s always a crowd to welcome you, What could you wish for more? And always'crowds to say good-bye, And bid you au revoir. —4 marks to Cousin Nita Hall V.A.C., (14), Dipton R.D.