Hills of Home
Chill the wind and bleak the weather Sleet and cloud race by together, Urge us homeward, fasterfaster— Dripping dog and shivering master . . .. Wonder what’s for tea ? High above the gulls glide screaming Below lie red and wetly gleaming Cottage rooftops smoke a-swirling, .Blue - green breakers white - topped curling . . . Wonder what’s for tea ?
Downwards now with footsteps slipping Mud bespattered, oilskins whipping, Gust-tossed hailstones lightly stinging. Beating tempo for my singing \ . . ; Wonder what’s for tea ? . Black the pines and bare the beeches Bending while the south wind screeches Rain and hail against them beating, Never mind we’ll soon be eating . ; . . Wonder what’s for tea ?
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Cue (NZERS), Issue 13, 15 December 1944, Page 21
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106Hills of Home Cue (NZERS), Issue 13, 15 December 1944, Page 21
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