BIRD MUSIC

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 714, 13 July 1929, Page 15

BIRD MUSIC

I’ve heard the grown-ups talking, And I’ve read what poets say, How the nightingale sings sweetly In England, far away; I’d like to hear him singing At night upon some tree. Though any cheeky sparrow Sounds very nice to me. I’d like to go to England, And hear that wondrous bird; Granny says he’s the sweetest That she has ever heard; When all the night is starry, I’d like to hear him call, But I think th© little speckled thrush Sings really best of all. Gloria Rawlinson, aged 10. NEW MOON I have just been seeing my friends off at the gate. It is a clear, cold evening, and I stood at the gate for some time, drinking in the beauty about me. The sky was like a wonderful piece of dark blue tapestry, woven with golden stars and tiny white clouds. In the west lay the slender, golden slip of a new moon, holding the pale ghost of the old moon in her arms. The trees were dark sentinels; somewhere a cricket chirped softly. I wonder what it is that gives night such a subtle charm? —Jean Mclndoe, aged 14. PUZZLERS Word square: 1— Chief food of some Eastern people. 2 An image. 3 A mineral. 4 A girl’s name. —Sent in by E. Stone. Hidden furniture: In the following sentences you will find the names of six pieces of ture:“Did they catch any carp, Ethel?” There was not much air in the room. The teacher picked Ivan out as the best boy in the class. Mother made skirts for the twins. This box contains tools. “The water will be deep there,” said Fred. Answers to last week’s puzzlers: Word Square: Stop, Tape, Opal, Pelt. 1 Hidden Sunbeam: Lorraine Rudflell.