OUR OWN VERSE-MAKERS

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 18352, 24 August 1929, Page 11

OUR OWN VERSE-MAKERS

SPRING-TIME. Oh. beautiful Spring, what joy you do bring. Of all seasons I'm sure you’re the best, You drive away sadness and leave only gladness, Can it be by the fairies you’re blest? There's the buzz of the bees, ’midst the flowers in the trees, There’s the bleat of the lamb newly born, The flowers in their beds, soon will pop out their heads, Our garden once more to adorn. The little lambs bleat, and look very sweet, As they frisk in the meadows so green, The birds work with zest, in preparing the nest, Soft and fluffy as ever was seen. The children at play, feel ever so gay, For Spring makes us all feel lighthearted, Jack Frost’s icy fingers, in thought only lingers, We’re feeling quite glad he’s departed. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Flower of the Mist,” —Elsie Read, Springbrook, aged 13.) SEA-WEED. One day when I was on the beach, And singing a glad song, I chanced to find some sea-weed, As I was running along. The sea -weed’s hanging in the hall Beside the big brass gong, It's crinkly-edged, and big and brown, And more than four feet long. And if it feels all hard and dry, The weather will be fine; It’s quite a good barometer. This sea-weed bunch of mine. But if it’s cold and damp to touch, Some rain there’ll surely be, The barometer’s as true as true, And it belongs to me. (“Pierette,” Timaru). BELINDA, BERTIE AND BEE Belinda, Bertie, and Bee, Have been to stay at the sea. They dug in the sand, And built castles grand, Caught crabs in their pails, And went out for sails, As happy as children can be. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Pierette,”—Margaret Wigley, Timaru, aged 12.) THE LITTLE WHITE HOUSE IN THE HOLLOW. There’s a little white house in the hollow, Waiting for you and for me, The lights in the windows shine from it, As bright as home-lights should be. The star in the- west, the moon overhead, Watch silently all night through, But longer still will my love watch o’er That little white house for you. When I wander into the wide, wide world, Among pleasures and worries each day, It’s a treat to come back, when the shadows fall, To the little white house o’er the way. If the home road led over half the world, I’d follow, yes! willingly follow, For there, so patiently, love waits for me, In the little white house in the hollow. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Guide Mary.”—Mary McLay, Ruapuna, aged 16.) SPRING. Spring! Spring! we welcome again, With warm winds and refreshing rain; In the cool grass lambs skip and run, Having great games and oh! such fun! In deep ponds, clear and cool, Young frogs are playing school; Diving, swimming, enjoying their play, While older ones are catching their prey. High in the tree-tops the birds sing and chime, Early and late, they care not what time; Down in the garden the blackbirds steals Insects and worms for their first Spring meal. (1 Mark and a Merit Card awarded to “Melbourne Lass,”—Jessie Webber, Kingsdown, aged 11.)