SPRING VERSES

Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20887, 19 August 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

SPRING VERSES

Lady Spring 0, Lady Spring, thou art so fair, With sweet violets in your hair, And, dressed in garments gay and green, 'Mongst the golden daffies are seen. 0, Lady Spring, thou are our queen With whom we laugh and play and dream, 0, that you would leave us never But would stay with us for ever. (Original) Fay Newton (7) A Spring Poem S is for Snowdrop, dainty and white P is for Primrose, golden and bright R is for Roses, as big as in dreams 1 is for Irises, purples and creams N is for Naroises, wherver you go G is for Gardens where Spring llowers blow. (Original) Winifred Adams (14) Luggage in Advance The Fairies must have come, I said, For through the moist leaves brown and dead, The primroses are pushing up And here’s a scarlet fairy cup. They must have come, because I see A single wood anenonie The flower that everybody knows The fairies use to scent their clothes, And hark, the south wind blowing Fills the trumpets of the daffodils, They must have come. Then loud to me, Sang from a budding cherry tree A cheerful thrush, “I say. "l say. The fairy-folk are on their way. Look out, look out, beneath your feet Are all their treasures, sweet, sweet, sweet, They could not carry them you see Those caskets crammed with witchSo, ready for their first Spring dance, They sent their luggage in advance.

Invitations “The days are warm, but the nights are cold — My three little birds are but three days old.” This is what the mother bird said As she tucked her babies up in bed. The old moon laughed when he saw the three, And said, “My darlings, fly up to me.” A little voice called from the sky afar — “Gome up and play with a lonely star.” The fairy folk said, “Send them down To see all the sights of Fairy Town.” But the wise mother bird shook her head, “It’s exceedingly kind of you all,” she said—- “ Thank you for asking my babes,” said she, “But they haven’t a feather among the three.” The days are warm but the nights are cold, For three little birds but one day old. —Gloria Rawlinson To the Kauri Tree Where the bright-eyed fantails play, Where the tuis sing all day, By the giant kauri tree, That is where I long to be. Where the shining river flows, Where the crimson rata grows, Where the wild things scamper free, Underneath the kauri tree. Where the willow tree and grass Kiss the waters as they pass. And no human voice is heard To frighten any singing bird. Where clematis blossoms swing, Where the kauri tree is king. There is gold to gather free From the golden kowhai tree. Where the lovebird makes her nest, Where the r>o | is nest. That is where I long to be Singing to the kauri tree. —Gloria Rawlinson