TREES Written for “Times” The willowy blue-gum, fall and fine, Sways like a dancing Columbine. The poplar bows her lovely head, A very aristocrat oj trees. The oak bee is a mother hen, Brooding aboVe her children ten. The jir—you creep to find a seat Among ihe needles at her feet. Within the matai’s rugged bole, There dwells an understanding soul. The cedar bends her lovely head And Weeps above our quiet dead. So sweet a friendship is in these Most gracious and benignant trees. That, dying, I could lay me low, Glad in my inmost heart to kvoW, The pulsing life that in me flowed In gratitude, would be bestowed, A simple gift, to nourish these Most eloquent and lovely trees. —H. J. Henderson
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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12615, 27 November 1926, Page 12
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125Untitled New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12615, 27 November 1926, Page 12
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