OUR OWN VERSE-MAKERS

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXV, Issue 18629, 26 July 1930, Page 12

OUR OWN VERSE-MAKERS

AMY’S FLIGHT. Let’s sing of Amy Johnson and her wonderful plane; She flew away from England and braved the storm and rain; Our Amy is a wonder, a girl who knows no fear, Who caused the people ev’rywhere, to shout with joy and cheer. When Johnnie’s in the air, she’s full of grit and pluck, We know that she is always safe, as safe as any duck; She flies across the desert, in a monsoon’s raging blast With never a thought of turning back, till her goal is reached at last. Clever girls like Amy, they are few and far between And ladies in the colonies love her and esteem, Her wonderful adventure on such a perilous flight Makes us talk of her all day long, and dream of her by night. Then let this be a lesson, to girls of to-day, Where there is a will, there is always a way; She . has set us an example of what a girl can do, Braving all the elements as across the world she flew. Good luck to Amy Johnson and her plane, the Jason Quest, She steered it safe o'er land and sea and brought it down to rest On Australian soil ’midst joyous throngs who cheered with might and main, For the bravest girl who ever sat inside an aeroplane. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Flower of the Mist”—Elsie Read, Springbrook, aged 14.)

OUR PETER PAN. Gazing out from* our Birthday page Were precious Circlians of ev’ry age, But Peter Pan, you’re a naughty elf, For the one in the centre should have been yourself. We’ve waited patiently from year to year To see your picture, but now I fear That all we will have to treasure of you Are beautiful thou3hts and a letter or two. Still what could be nicer for a Circlian, Than to know you’ll remain “our own Peter Pan?” Well follow the gleam through the densest wood, And practice our motto, as Circlians should. Sunshine you bring, wherever you go, You gladden the hearts of friend or foe; So if ever you’re feeling a little bit weary, And the world around you seems dark and dreary, Think of the thousands of girls and boys Who owe to you quite a lot of their joys; Then hold up your head as high as you can, For all of us love you, you dear Peter Pan. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Airy Fairy”—lris Kellie, Pleasant Point, aged 11.) APPLE BLOSSOMS. Apple blossoms, you’re my favourite flower; In the springtime gold and sweet, You bear your burden lightly In snow and hail and sleet. You are as pure and innocent As rosebuds sweet and red, And I feel go very lonely When you are old and dead. I love roses and violets, And flowers of every hue, But my dear old apple blossoms, There’s none so sweet as you. I’m always thinking of you, And when you are away I’m always waiting for you —I wish you’d come to stay. (5 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Will o’ the Wisp”—Alma Stowell, Pareora West, aged 13.) DAFFODIL. Daffodil, daffodil, Growing by the sparkling rill, How I wish that I could stay Out with you, the livelong day. I wish I could do all I please; Sit by the stream; run in the breeze; And I wish that there would be No unpleasant school for me. Daffodil, daffodil, Growing by the sparkling rill, How I wish that I could stay Out with you, to dance and play. (3 Marks and a Merit Card awarded to “Dreamaway,” Beatrice McCahon, Dunedin, aged 12). MY PUSSY. My pussy has a lovely purr And pretty ginger coloured fur; She has v/ee white feet And she does love meat. On cold wet days, In::ide she stays And plays with me, And sits on my knee. (1 Mark and a Merit Card awarded to “Curly Top,”—Alma Blackwood, Sutherlands, aged 8).