DAFFODILS

Southland Times, Issue 23954, 21 October 1939, Page 3 (Supplement)

DAFFODILS

—PRIZE— In winter when the trees are bare, And snow lies white around, The golden daffodils all sleep So snug beneath the ground. Then soon comes dainty Susan Spring, Her busy work to do, She wakens all the sleeping bulbs, And soon the trees bud, too. The barren ground is then bedecked With flowers large and small, But daffodils all dressed in gold, Are queenliest of all. And if when all the flowers are out, A breeze should come by chance, The daffodils all nod their heads, And start a sprightly dance. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Raynor Huffadine M.A.C., M.N., (13), 94 Nelson street. —PRIZE— Stately and yellow they stand in the breeze, With dewdrops like silver upon their leaves, Shaking their heads at the rising sun, Like fairies frolicking full of fun. We pick them in armfuls if we are able, Delightful they look on the kitchen table, Refreshing and restful are their nice yellow heads, No matter if inside or out in their beds. So when the spring comes and you see them appear, You will know the warm days are now very near, As your garden with daffies so spick and so span, Will now need a drink from your watering-can. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Rose Ischia (14), Gore-Knapdale R.M.D., Gore.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Daffodil’ with trumpets gay, Proclaim that spring is here today. Daffodils, the sign of spring, Always with them seem to bring I isking lambs, and singing birds— Everywhere their song is heard. Daffodils with dresses bright. Make a very pretty sight. Daffodils begin the year For in spring, they’re always here. —3 marks to Cousin Mona E. Bell (15), Lumsden.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— In the garden, ’neath the trees, Dancing gaily in the breeze, Stands a group of pretty flowers, Making bright the long spring

hours. Daffodils—they never fail! They sleep through rain, through snow, and hail. Heralders of gladsome spring, While the blithesome birds do sing. In the garden, ’neath the trees Dancing gaily in the breeze.

—3 marks to Cousin Agnes R, Cook (13), Lumsden.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— A flash of gold-, a dash of green, The loveliest flowers I’ve ever seen; Daffodils, glowing in the sunlight, Swaying in the breeze, from left to right. A waxen-petalled pheasant’s-eye A golden trumpet, with head held high, Egg-lilies; a double daffy too,

And dear little jonquils, one and two.

—2 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe V.A.C. (14), Merrivale, Blackmount RD., Otautau.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— White and golden daffodils, Dainty heads held high, Dancing in the breezes cool, Which merrily pass by.

How sweet and shy, how beautiful They look, as, standing there, They gaze serenely all around, With faces calm and fair.

In beauty and in splendour They rival any king— A masterpiece of nature, These heralds of the spring. —3 marks to Cousin Mary Maloney, M.A.C. (14), Margaret street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Beautiful yellow daffodils, Dancing in the breeze, You tell a tale of springtime, Birds and budding' trees.’

Glorious in the morning sun, Your golden flowers gleam, And gladden the lone travellers' heart As he drinks at yonder stream.

This tiny clump of daffodils Growing here alone, Perhaps you were planted long ago By loving hands now gone.

Lovely yellow daffodils Nodding in the sun You brighten up the woodlands green Until your life is done.

—3 marks to Cousin Alys Holloway (12), 397 Herbert street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— How lovely are the daffodils, We find in early spring. They hold their heads so proudly, As if they wished to sing.

They are so pure and beautiful, It fills our hearts with joy. To see their lovely colours. Like gold of pure alloy.

Their gay happy faces so cheery, Are always so joyously bright, They send away thoughts that are dreary, And scatter. the shadows of night.

—3 marks to Cousin Margaret Woods (12), South Hillend R.D., Winton.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— Daffodil Bay I will always remember; As far as one can see, Daffodils nod in the sunshine, Oh, what a pleasure to see.

The sun wakes them in the morn-

ing. And lifts their beautiful heads, Brightens the whole world around us, Until it is time for bed.

—2 marks to Cousin James Gibson (12), 60 Robertson street.