WOODLAND DAWN
PRIZE-WINNING POEM There is such a strange, soft sadness in the woodland here to-night, The wild red rose’s petals are bejewelled with dewdrop tears, And in the birdsong there seems lost the rapture and delight Of the little feathered minstrels .who sing as twilight nears. And the twilight, too, comes sadly—so soft that no one knows That the little stars are peeping in the slowly darkening sky; The whispering wind is sighing as wearily it blows Across the tranquil lake, where the tree reflections lie. But the morning will be happy. When at dawn the flowers wake, To the music of the joyous birds who from the treetops sing, They will bend to see their loveliness all rippling in the lake, For, oh! what woodland happiness a woodland dawn can bring. —Fitzie Morris, 61 Mt. St. John Avenue, Epsom, Auckland (aged 14).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 74, 18 June 1927, Page 26
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144WOODLAND DAWN Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 74, 18 June 1927, Page 26
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