NEW ZEALAND BUSH SONG
(First Prize Poem) The tui is calling, the soft dew is falling, The last flock of birds Is now winging home: Down by the river the little reeds quiver. And from the forest creep fairy and gnome. Now far and far faery, the heavens are starry: Little bush grasses all rustle and bend; Hark to the singing, the fluting and ringing! This song will live in my heart without end. Oh, fairies, please heat* me: I beg you come near me. Make me like one of you, frog for my steed: Then we’ll go a-hopping, on lilypad dropping. Or roam through the bushes wherever you lead. Gloria Rawlinson, aged 11.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 852, 21 December 1929, Page 39
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114NEW ZEALAND BUSH SONG Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 852, 21 December 1929, Page 39
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