IF I COULD FLY

Southland Times, Issue 24237, 21 September 1940, Page 15 (Supplement)

IF I COULD FLY

—PRIZE— If I had the wings of a tiny bird, I’d fly to the tallest tree, And there in the dewy morning I’d sing my song so free.

If I could fly like a swallow, Far o’er the sea I would go, And enjoy the heat of the tropics When winter brings ice and snow.

If I had the wings of a fairy, I’d see wonders of fairyland And with Queen Titania and Oberon I’d dance to the grasshopper band. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Alyse Holloway A.C. (13), 397 Herbert street.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED—I’m tired of the city, Of the dust and heat; Of the rush and bustle, And the tramping feet.

Oh! I wish I had wings So that I could fly, Way back to the country, And live there for aye.

High up in the blue Like the birds so free, Away from the city I wish I could flee.

If I only had wings I’d fly like a dove, Away from the city, To the home I love. —3 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe M.A.C. (15), Merrivale R.D., Otautau.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED—I’d fly away, Up in the sky, I’d have my day, If I could fly.

I’d fly to town I’d fly so , high, I’d fly upside down, If I could fly. —2 marks to Cousin Dorothy Lake M.A.C. (11), Garston. —'HIGHLY COMMENDED—“If I could fly,” Said Alan with pride, “Above the clouds, On a bloom I’d ride.”

“If I could fly, How proud I’d be, I’d go and sail The blue sea.” —2 marks to Cousin Jack Rawle (15), Great North Road, Winton.

—PRIZE— If I could fly I’d spread my wings And fly o’er hill and dale, I’d not return for many a day And then I’d tell a tale.

I’d tell of hill-tops far away Ever white with snow, Of rivers, creeks and glaciers, At different Speeds they flow.

I’d tell of valleys fresh and green Dotted white with sheep And of the shadows in the trees, When stars come out to peep.

I’d swiftly rise among the clouds, And over mountains high: I’d make these dreams of mine • come

true If only I could fly. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Alan Lake M.A.C. (13), Garston.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— If I could fly, I’d soar away, Into the bright blue sky, And visit the land of fairies there, As the billowy clouds rolled by.

I’d ride upon the rainbow, To look for the bags of gold Which are supposed to be at the end

of it, As it was said in the days of old.

A visit I’d pay to the Sunshine Elves, And the fairies who bring the rain; Also the ones of hail and snow, Then I’d fly to earth again. —3 marks to Cousin Margaret Woods V'A.C. (12), South Hillend R.D., Winton.

—HIGHLY COMMENDED— If I could fly I would buy a ’plane From Henry Ford For wind and rain.

But if I was young And had no sense I’d buy a ’plane for eighteen pence. 2 marks to Cousin Joan Kemp (11), Winton.