OUR OWN VERSE- MAKERS
OUR GARDEN.
In the garden round our home Grow flowers of every hue, Roses red, and lillies white, And forget-me-not of blue.
A row of tallest hollyhocks Grow down beside the wall; They look like queeny ladies. And I love them best of all,
A bed of velvet pansies. I often linger by; I ’think they’re wistful fairies —One can almost hear them sigh.
The fairybells sway softly, Wtand-like in a line, And if I were a fairy, I’d hear their silver chime.
These flowers and many others Our garden do adorn, And I’m sure fairies dance there From dark until the dawn! (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Lanky,”—Lilian Morton, Pentland Hills, aged 16.)
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Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 18512, 8 March 1930, Page 12 (Supplement)
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121OUR OWN VERSE-MAKERS Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 18512, 8 March 1930, Page 12 (Supplement)
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