THE FARM

Southland Times, Issue 24243, 28 September 1940, Page 15 (Supplement)

THE FARM

—PRIZE— The farmer is a busy man, He works so hard all day, From early morn till late at night, Among the new-mown hay.

In spring he tills the soil, and sows The grain we need for bread, And in the autumn reaps and mows, That the hungry may be fed.

There is a herd of Jersey cows, That gives rich creamy milk. We’ve also lots of fluffy chicks, With down as soft as silk.

The horses wait down at the gate, For feeding time is nigh, The cock is crowing on nis perch, So now we’ll say good-bye. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin John McNoe (10), Heddon Bush R.D., Winton.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— I went to stay upon a farm When I was very small. But oh, the fields seemed very large, The barns and horses so tall.

I went out gathering mushrooms On a lovely sunny day, But the cows and horses stared at me In a curious sort of way.

I used to play in the old duck pond And sail my wooden boat; I chased the hens and ducklings, But I was afraid of the Billy goat.

I gathered the eggs every evening, But I tried every day to find

The kind I had with my bacon, The flat and the shiny kind. —3 marks to Cousin Valerie Fox M.A.C., (10), 57 Conyers street.

—PRIZE— The farm is such a busy plac«, Each one has work to do,

And if you go there for a while You’ll find there’s work for you.

The cows have always to be milked, The pigs and hens must eat, The horses must be harnessed up, The farmyard must be neat.

But still the farm’s a jolly place And half our work is play, So if you’ve never been there yet Just come along today. —Prize of 1/- to Cousin Alan Lake M.A.C., (13), Lome Peak Station, Garston.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— Horses neigh and cattle low, Sheep are bleating, roosters crow; Hens a’cackling, pussies mew, Pigs are grunting, squealing, too.

Rabbits running round about, Happy children laugh and shout, From the hives among the trees, Comes the drone of busy bees.

Butterflies among the flowers, While away the sunny hours. In the summer on the farm, Everything is safe from harm.

—3 marks to Cousin Iris Winsloe M.A.C., (15), Merrivale R.D., Otautau.

—VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED— When I go down to grandad’s farm, There are many things to see, The old white pig who grunts in her sty, And the puppies that play with me. There is Possum the horse with his flowing mane, Who gives me a ride each morn, And Polly Ann the old white cow, And Brindle with her crumpled horn.

Up in the meadows the lambs are at

play, Frisking about in the sun, But when I go to talk to them They shake their tails and run. —3 marks to Cousin Noelenc Holloway (9), 397 Herbert street.