THE SWING
When I sit on the swing I see A world that is quite strange to me— A white road marching up the hill And trees that stand so straight and still, Curious domes and distant spires And smoke from other people’s fires ... When I sit on the swing I see A world that is quite strange to me. FROM A SUNBEAM Dear Dawn Lady, I hope you are very well. I have not found a fairy under a mushroom yet, but a hedge-hog comes to our place every night. What children want: Bats,, balls, boats, bathing, buns, bananas, books, boots, beef, blackberries, beans, bunnies, bantams, breakfast, bread, butter, bags of lollies, barrows, building blocks and bottles of cordial. —Love from David Collingwood, Wanganui. (Aged 7). _
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 27, 23 April 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)
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127THE SWING Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 27, 23 April 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)
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