ORIGINAL VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 23942, 7 October 1939, Page 6 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL VERSE

SPARROWS In the eves above my window, Two sparrows have their home, And when days are fine and sunny In my garden thejr love to roam. They have a little family, They are so very small, They only chirp and jump about And hardly fly at all. —3 marks to cousin Noelene Holloway (8), 397 Herbert street. THE STREAM One day as I was walking Along a narrow path, I stopped to pick some daisies That grew among the grass; And near, the patch of daisies There flowed a little stream, Which chuckled as it wandered O’er the stones and grasses green. I asked the little streamlet , • ■ What made it seem so gay, But it only laughed the louder As it went on its merry way. —3 marks to Cousin Alys Holloway (12), 397 Herbert street. THE CLOCK Tick, tock, goes the clock, Slowly but surely, Ticking the hour of ten; Then he goes tick, tick,, tick, Slowly but surely he gets there. —1 mark to Cousin John Cameron (12), Ferndale R.D. TOYS The toyman makes his toys all day, For all the little children to play, Soldiers and trains little boys like best, For the girls, dolls in pretty clothes dressed. —2 marks to Cousin Daphne Todd (13), cnr. Elies road and Vernon street. A THERE’S BEAUTY EVERYWHERE There’s beauty in the summer sky, The fleecy clouds sailing on high; There’s beauty in a babbling brook; There’s beauty in each leafy nook. There’s beauty in a stormy sea, Tossing its angry waves at me. There’s beauty in each hill and lake, In forest dark, or ferny brake; In mountain, river, flower or tree; If you look there you’ll find beauty. —3 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe V.A.C. (14), Merrivale R.D., Otautau. —HIGHLY COMMENDED— —HIGHLY COMMENDED—

In spring I see the wattle trees In ones and twos and threes, I smell the sweet perfume Of every wattle-bloom.

The butterflies and bees Are settled in the flowers, And the little birdies’ nests Are built upon the bowers.

When spring is drawing near All the birdies begin to cheer. Then the butterflies so gay Spread their wings and fly all day. —2 marks to Cousin Margaret McCleery M.A.C., (12), 193 Ritchie street.

The daffodils bowed, As their golden heads, Dipped in the gentle breeze, The violets and cowslips Gazed at the skies, And the leaves glistened on the trees.

The birds are singing Their mating songs, And gazing around to find A cosy little place. In which to build A nest all snugly lined. —2 marks to Cousin Richard Goodson V.A.C., (12), 64 Robertson street.