WHITE FIELDS.
In the winter time we go, Walking in the fields of snow; Where there Is no grass at all; Where the top of every wall. Every fence, and every tree, Is as white as white can be. Pointing out the way we came, Every one of them the same All aoross the fields there be Prints in silver filigree; And our mothers always know, By the footprints in the snow, Where it is the children go. (Sent by Sweet William.)
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Waikato Times, Volume 117, Issue 19545, 6 April 1935, Page 16 (Supplement)
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