PICKING PEACHES.
Thick on the drooping branches The leaves were shining green. With the downy crimson peaches All glowing in between. With bare white arms uplifted, In every motion grace, Gleaming tresses floating Around her winsome face ; With dainty rounded ankles That her kil tie barely reaches A witching little maiden Stood tip toe, picking peaches. I’ve danced with courtly ladies Where wealth and beauty met, And thrilled at languid glances From blonde and fair brunette : I’ve stemmed the foaming breakeis, With belles at all the beaches, But this sweet maid plucked out my heart As she plucked the growing peaches. S. W. Hardcasti.i:.
S. W. Hardcastle.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 48, 28 November 1891, Page 631
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107PICKING PEACHES. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 48, 28 November 1891, Page 631
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