LITTLE BROOK
Little brook, you wander on, Till the fields and trees are gone. Always merry, blithe and gay, Bubbling on your winding way.
Little brook, you wander on With a carefree, happy song; What more lovely thing on earth Is there than your blissful mirth?
Little brook, your joyful song Makes my heart with memories throng; Memories of each sunny day Which has come, and passed away. Sylvia Woodhouse, aged 13.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 852, 21 December 1929, Page 39
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72LITTLE BROOK Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 852, 21 December 1929, Page 39
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