THE WINDS
THE NOR’-WESTER Over the ranges he dashes on, Dustily, sultry, and wondrous strong! Leaping down o’er the garden wall, Making the fruit and leaves to fall. Whirling the bows from the children’s tressss Shaking the’folds of the ladies’ dresses. THE EASTERLY Soft and cool from the silver sea. Sweet with the blue waves’ melody, A dainty maiden she dances near, Clad in a gown of opals clear; Over the land where her feet come tripping, Blossoms with pearls of dew are dripping. THE'SOUTH-WESTER Like to a lion, unchained and free, Mighty in war and revelry, Passion and love in his mighty heart, Out of the icebergs see him start! Thunder and hail before him flying, Tell of a world of blossoms —dying! (But what care I which rides the heather ? Each wind is a part of life and weather!) —Bessie Ileighton, Christchurch.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 7 January 1931, Page 2
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144THE WINDS Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 7 January 1931, Page 2
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