A GARDEN IN A PLEASANT PLACE

Manawatu Times, Volume 62, Issue 37, 13 February 1937, Page 20 (Supplement)

A GARDEN IN A PLEASANT PLACE

HukanuL Dear Hub, It’s such a dreary rainy day, It makes this Cog feel blue, To think of all the sunny days That truly are our due. I cried on Monday morning, Hub, Can you believe it? Really was my twins attitude That made me acheive it. I rushed out for the Daily ‘‘Times,” I sadly tripped and fell, The asphalt was awfully hard, I was too surprised to yell. I skinned my two hands awfully, I skinned my ankle too, I cut the nail off my toe, And skinned it—through my shoo. I didn’t feel as though I’d cry, But Charlie laughted at me, And before I realised it, 1 was crying mournfully. But I soon recovered With the washing to be done, Although the day was shocking, No breezes heat, or sun. I saw a lovely garden, Out of Feilding yesterday. I love a peaceful garden, Though it’s colours arc so gay. It’s such a pleasant placo to bo, With flowers of every hue, Nodding very daintily, And smiling up at you. There were roses for an evening gown. And roses for your hair, Rare flowers Jor a bride’s bouquet, And perfumed softly fair. Tall and gay the daliahas, Gladioalu’s bright, I saw a sweet magnolia Velvety and white. I saw a shy wee cornflower, I saw a crimson rose, I saw some sweet verhena, I saw a furry purry cat, With a soft and furry nose. I spied a bright carnation, And some sweet scented stock?, Also some gay bunches Of bright garden flocks. I still have my cold, Hub, But ohl my eyes are sore, I think I’ll be in sleepy town If I dare write anymore. In this comfy armchair With the wireless softly playing, My mind is very far away, My poet’s thoughts aro straying. I dream of meadows green and sweet, Skies of rarest blue, Winding lanes and singing streams, Flowers of every hue. I dream of long expanses Of sea—that beckons me. Oh! would I were a millioniare, ’Tis sure that I would bo Sailing on the ocean, Dear tumultous foam. Here I dream of pleasure crafts, Fields with joyous laughter, Blue skies and blue seas, And adventures ever after. Shall we stop at Honolulu, Shall we venture ou the Isle, Shall wo listen to their music, Neath the sheltering palm awhile? Shall wc watch a dark-skinned girl, Dancing with such grace, Fascinated by the dance It’s appalling graceful pace? ’Praps we’ll call at other ports, But I’ll write you more someday. Now I must end this note, Until next Saturday. Powder and Patches. A LONG HOLIDAY Table Flat, Apiti. Dear Hub,—The other night we went eeling down to the river and caught some eels and had supper on the riverbed by a big fire. The eel was good and we caught several small ones and 1 saw one about four inches long when we were walking through the water. We saw many deer marks where the deer had been to get a drink and then they had gone into some grass about a foot and a half high. When our cows were shedding their coats I collected a big ball of it and made a ball. It will bounce quite high. I am going to make some more and see how many I can get. Have you ever seen one? Mum said they used to make them. Wc are having a long holiday this time aren’t we? I don’t think I will like going back. Snow Queen. What fun you would have eeling aud then having supper around the big fire. I was interested in the ball you made. They must be very unusual. THE HUB REPLIES RALPH THE ROVER.—I am glad you enjoyed your book, Ralph the Rover. 1 also hope we will hear from you very often again this year. LADDIE.—Thank you so much for the flowers, Laddie, they were beautiful. Many thanks for the comics, too. Tom: “I’ve finished papering tho walls. ’ ’ Eliza: “But what are these lumps?” Tom: “Goodness! I forgot to take down tho pictures! ” <3> <B> Why is a mouse like a hayrick?—Be cause the cat’ll (cattle) eat it.