"SPRING SOUTHERLY"

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 86, 8 October 1938, Page 20

"SPRING SOUTHERLY"

isy the whirling river, gaunt the willows shiver, Leafless, lank, forlorn. Empty pastures flooded, empty roads and muddied Water, above the pale young corn. And yet new buds a-glisten, on hedges tossed and torn. Prick sharp green ears to listen, Through the scudding red of dawn, To songsters loose from prison, shouting, "Spring is risen! Once more the world is born!" * Sent by "Inawa" (12). Kifbirnie.

Pixie People — Such a busy week! Do you know, Letterbox Elf thought he had caught a measle, and the fuss he made about it! Privately, I think an early mosquito kissed him when he wasn't looking; or, if it truly was a measle, then it must have been an orphan. But small Letterbox Elf is still home, looking after his measle in bed, so all your paintings are being saved up for his return. For, of course, he must have a hand in the judging of them. He would never forgive me if I sent out prizes before he had seen every picture. . . . Golden poppies have sivung in" the Ring this week, fringed heads against the green ivalls. And in a quiet garden were yellow koivhai tassels hanging, almost ready to break out into their inquisitive beaks of flowers. Up the slim tree-trunk climbed a clematis vine. I do hope the yelloiv blossoms stay on until the cleftiatis stars appear. A tree all ivhite and gold would make the fairies catch their breath in wonder. ... Some brave elf has started swimming! I heard this week, in a letter. Doesn't that sound like close-to-summertime, with its exciting picnicking days again? When you think of the beach, and the creaming, curling ivaves, your toes curl up too until you can scarcely ivait for the holidays. My love to every one of you . . . but all Letterbox Elf has to send is one pink measle, and I simply won't let him post that! Fairiel.