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SPRING Sweet flowers are growing 'neath the trees, The lambs are skipping in the breeze, From morn till night the birds do sing And all is bright, ’ tis Spring! ’tis Spring! The bunnies are happy, ’tis Spring again! They frolic about with might and main, The sweet Spring Lady doth gently call Unto her children one and all. The trees are decked in bridal white While some have caught dawn’s rosy light, But when the gentle breezes blow The petals softly fall, like snow. So now the days are drawing out, The little children sing and shout With joy to know that winter’s gone, And Spring is here, with flower and song. (5 Marks to Jean Smith (Aged 11) SPRING At last, at last, the Spring is here, And through the grass the daisies peer. In the fields the lambs are about Their play of frisking in and out. Birds are busy at their nests, And are trying their very best, To be first at hatching out, Little birds who never pout, But in childhood are so good, And do most things as they should. Daisies white and violets blue, Who are always calling you. The grass is green and not a thing, To say that there was ne’er a Spring. And overhead the clouds float past, The Spring is here at last, at last. (3 Marks to Nola Baker. Age 11) SPRING Welcome Spring you are once more here, I watch for you Spring, each long, long year. The rushes by the river grow And gently now the wind doth blow. The kowhai tree is in full bloom, So is the gorse, soon will the broom. The moth crawls stiffly from its cocoon, The Spring is wakening up. The cow with her calf gives a gently moo. The doves on the house-top call coocoo. Now we hear the birdies sing Of the joy and the loveliness— The beauty of Spring. (3 Marks to Josephine O’Hara. Age 9) GREEDY KING WINTER The garden was still covered with snow, the rivers with ice, and the trees were leafless. The flowers were trying to push their way up to the earth only to find the earth still covered in a blanket of snow. The snowdrop was the only one who would go up. She wished she hadn’t though, for soon she died. The flowers were wondering what had become of Spring. They had heard King Winter had shut her in his palace but they didn’t think he would do that even though he would reign longer. She was long overdue however, so what could have happened. Well, this was what happened. Spring had been tripping gaily through the woods when suddenly two or three ruffians came and overpowered her. They carried her for miles, or so it seemed to her. At last they carried her to a hut and threw her roughly to the floor. Then they left her. She picked herself up and shivered. After looking round to find a way out she sat shivering on the floor, pulling her thin garments around her as tight as she could.

Before long she heard heavy footsteps and the door rattled. Then the air grew colder.

“King Winter,” gasped Spring, “Did you send those two ruffians after me.” King Winter laughed, “At last,” he muttered. “Now I shall reign forever.” But the flower fairies who were looking for Spring heard him. In they flew in hundreds and rescued Spring. King Winter was bound and sent to the Fairy Queen. The queen locked him up for a year. So instead of reigning forever as he hoped he only can spend about three months every year. That soon taught him not to be greedy in future. (5 Marks to Joan Schlaadt. Age 14?

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Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21783, 12 October 1940, Page 11

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Untitled Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21783, 12 October 1940, Page 11

Untitled Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21783, 12 October 1940, Page 11