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OUR POETRY

I’VE BEEN ROAMING. (Sent by Joan Shepard.) I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming, Where the meadow dew is eweet, And like a queen I’m coming With its pearls upon my feet. I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming, O’er red rose and lily fair, And like a sylph I’m coming With its blossoms in my hair, I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming, Where the honey-euckle creeps, And like a bee I’m coming With its kisses on my lips. I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming, Over hill and over plain, And like a bird I’m coming To my bower back again. THE SEASIDE DOG. (Sent by Rex Woodley.) He flies across the yellow sands; He grabs the pebbles from your hands; He’s ready for a thousand larks; He barks and barks and barks and barks. THE SHOE SHOP. (Sent by Joan Goodwin.) Miss Beetle kept a shoe shop, Inside a hollow oak, Her customers were pixies, And other little folk, So many shoes and slippers, She kept within her store, There were teeny, weeny boxes, From the ceiling to the floor. There were shoee for daddy long lege A funny shape indeed! And box of quite a hundred For Sammy Centipede. There were party shoes for field mice In ones, twos and threes, And country, boots for bees. But right up on the top shelf Hidden out of sight, She kept the magic slippers, That fairies use at night, With toes and heels of moonlight, And buttons made of dew, Oh, how I’d love to see some And buy some, wouldn’t you? LESSONS. (Sent by, “Snow-drop.”) I like to draw a pig or cat, A house with windows, and all that, But when it comes to drawing maps, I think I’d rather- not, perhaps, Arithmetic is rather nice, For once times one, or two times twice, But when it comes to nine times nine, I’d rather it was yours than mine. TANE. (Original by “Lily Cup.”) It is spring time in little New Zealand These diamond set islands eo fair, The glorious and stately god Tane Has his home in these islands so rare. The rata has plaited her blossoms And made him a bright scarlet crown And the dreamy, pure, starry clematis, Robed him in a light trailing gown. With a sceptre of long slender willow, This king roams our forests so free And the birds sing his praises in song A loved one is this majesty. The brook laughs and babbles along Through her ferny banks, so gay, And the tui ripples sweetly Of the beauteous spring time day. ’Tis Tane who brings us our springtime, With his slender and magic-formed hand, He coaxes the flowers and the blossoms, To robe, in soft beauty, our land.

CAN YOU GUESS THESE? Where is the best place to be when it is raining?—Capetown. Which was the first bus to reach America ? —Columbus, What are the two capitals of New Hampshire ? —Capital N and capital H. Sent by A. Reynolds. What singer never has a cold?—The kettle. Why can the world never come to an end?—Because it is round.. Spell water in the three letters. — I.C.E. What flies without wings? —Time. Which nation do rabbits like best? — The Swedes. Sent by Jean Taylor. What is a canary? —A bird that has joined the Mustard Club. Why is the sea restless at night?— Because it has stones in its bed. Why is a horse a strange creature — Because it enjoys food when there is not a bit in its mouth. Sent- by Joan Goodwin. What can you find twice- in every corner but only once in a room? —The letter R. What tree can you lift with one hand ? —A palm. Sent by Flossie Voitrekovsky. Why is a book like a king?—Because they both have pages. What animal would make a good porter? —The elephant, for he is used to carrying a trunk about. What has a bed and never lies on it? -A- river. What town in often drawn? —Cork. Sent by “Nemesia.” Why js an eel like a certain poet? — Because he is a Longfellow. When are peas like soldiers? —When they are shelled. Sent bv Renda Mehrtens.

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Taranaki Daily News, 23 November 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

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OUR POETRY Taranaki Daily News, 23 November 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY Taranaki Daily News, 23 November 1929, Page 24 (Supplement)