An Open Air Page

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6

An Open Air Page

For Big Girls and Boys

AUGUST DAYS “TO-DAY, Laughing Whirlpool, I saw a glint of sunshine in 1 your eyes, and reasoning with myself I said: ‘Winter has gathered his hoary cloak about his shoulders and sought some quiet nook to hibernate.’ And it is even so.” “And to-day, Great Chief, a thousand new eddies were borne along the river and I reached my hands to clutch at them, for, lo ! they sang with the August sounds of Spring.’’ “Fleeting Brown Heel and Little Wigwam Builder, a new chief, waits without. Step forth and behold the wanderer from distant wa'K-. Greetings, Great Eagle. May your flight be ever sure and straight and true, and the Wigwam be the end of all your .iourneyings. Hush! Who comes?” “A Little Grey Dove, O Chief, fluttered in from the green aisles of the forest where silence broods and the feet of Peace must ever tread. Gentleness sleeps in my heart for much of beauty have I heard and seen. Has the Wigwam a corner for a Little Grey Dove?” “Pass in, Little Grey Dove, with your gift of gentleness. There is no safer haven than the white walls of the Wigwam, for here the feet of peace tread also and the storm winds are echoes from another world. Great White Bear! Is it even you ? Long have I sought your trail and cried to you across the darkness.” “Even Great White Bears must sometimes hibernate, O Chief, but your voice has Penetrated my deepest dreamings. For many moons I have lain sick in my lair and feared that you might doubt my fidelity. But behold—l return.” “Let us then go forth down the trail and meet the Children of the Wigwam, for August days are forest days and in the wind I smell good hunting.” REDFEATHER.