The Little White Pigeon
The little -white pigeon was not for me . . . I called her mine, and I stroked her head. I made her a home in the apple tree, But “I must be going,” she said. The little white pigeon, I let her go (God gave her wings and made her free) And “Though you love me a lot, I know, I must be homing.” said she. —Gloria Rawlinson* aged 11.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 786, 5 October 1929, Page 35
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72The Little White Pigeon Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 786, 5 October 1929, Page 35
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