THE WIGWAM

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 385, 20 June 1928, Page 6

THE WIGWAM

Here we gather, here tee meet in pow-woic friendly and discreet, To talk of earth, and sea, and sky, and watch the world of men go by. *■ 1

WIGWAM POETS ONCK again the Wigwam poets have been dipping tlieir trusty pens in the ink of reflection to delight the heart of their Chief and some of the entries are surely the work of talented writers. Little Swift Canoe has given us a rare pen-picture in “Sea Shells,” with its light and shade and glimpses of colour. This Brave, whose childhood was spent in a dreamy South Sea Island, has studied many a “shattered rainbow” on her native sands, and her poems and stories are eagerly -watched for by the Children of Redfeather. Harvest Moon, in “Enemy,” has touched on a theme common to us all in the hurried race of life. This poem has a ring of power and works up to a fine climax. Harvest Moon, whose poems, stories and drawings are well known in the Wigw T am page, is perhaps the most versatile of our Braves. Little Red Star, the faithful one, whose long illness has brought her very near to the world of Nature, has been hearkening in the twilight to a magic call from a land of lost delight with “a silver moon, all slender, curved and young,” peering between the curtains of her window. This Lone Guide, who has been an invalid since the age of seven, has a sweet philosoj>hy and courage which have long since endeared her to her fellow members of the Wigwam. Sighing Wind is now earning her living in the world of journalism, but does not forget an occasional contribution at competition time. Flying Cloud, the maid of the Great Out-doors, still plies a glowing pen and captures many elusive themes in her flights of fancy, while Red Dawn, Brave Hunter, Silent Warrior and many other promising young writers still bring tlieir songs to sing in the warm glow of the Wigwam fire. REDFEATHER.

POETRY COMPETITION rpHE prize of seven shillings and -A sixpence (7s 6d) for the best entry for the last poetry competition, has been won by Little Swift Canoe (Fitzie Morris, 61 St. John Avenue, Epsom). Next in merit are the entries of Harvest Moon (Alma Chamberlain, Christchurch); Red Star (Jean Mclndoe, Hamilton); Sighing Wind (Phyllis Fitzgerald, New Plymouth); Flying Cloud (Lesley du Faur, Howick) ;, Golden Dawn (Bernice Brooks, Mount Eden); Brave Hunter (Joseph Dobbyn, Grey Lynn); Little Lone Pine (Phyllis Agar, Marton); Red Dawn (Neila McLeod, Auckland); Morning Mist i Mab« Stock, Henderson); Silent Warrior (John Shannon, Auckland); Blue Heron (Ivy Quaife, Hikurangi); Little Spring Moon Smith, Ponsonby); Little Pool (Marjorie Lewers, Epsom).

FANTASY A moon against a soft empurpled sky, A silver galleon, sharp and cold and clear; A waft of perfume as the wind steals by, And something sweeter, infinitely dear. Perhaps ’tis just the magic of the night. Some half-forgotten vision closer brought; A vision from the land of lost delight, A vague, sweet dream, most delicately wrough t. A silver moon, all slender, curved and young; Tall poplars stencilled on a purple sky; A breath of perfume on the night air flung; A vague, sweet dreaming as the wind steals by. —Red Star (Jean Mclndoe, aged 13).