ORIGINAL VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 23954, 21 October 1939, Page 4 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL VERSE

THE MOUNTAIN STREAMS The mountain streams in spring Gaily laugh and sing; The sparkling cascades fall By the water reeds so tall, Twirling and burbling, Swirling and gurgling, Rushing and gushing past shadows so cool, Winding its way to each mystery pool. Out of the deep, oily pools it then flows, Onward and onward forever it goes, Twirling and burbling, Swirling and gurgling, Ever on and on. —2 marks to Cousin Agnes Cook (13), Lumsden. MOTOR-CARS Motor-cars go night and day, On every road and every way, They have a light that shines so bright, So they can see their way at night. Motor-cars are painted red, And other colours, too, You may like blue instead, As people often do. Oh, don’t they speed along the road, And round the corners glide, And in a motor-car, I do enjoy a ride. —2 marks to Cousin Dorothy Mac Gibbon (10), McNab. MY GARDEN I have a tiny garden, It is so sweet and fair, With primroses, and violets, And daffodils, growing there. Round the border of my garden I have planted in a row Some tall and stately tulips, And I like to watch them grow. I love my little garden It is my chief delight, To rake and hoe and weed it, And water it at night. —3 marks to Cousin Noelene Holloway (8), 397 Herbert street.