TOWN
The town they say, is ugly . . . bat somehow I do not find it so; For always there is Beauty "Wherever I go. Sometimes there's an old horse Blinking kind brown eyes, i Munching chaff out of an old bag. J And clopping his feet at the flies. It’s splendid to watch the flags flying j ► Blue against a blue sky. To hear the patter of many footsteps L All hurrying by . . . ! Sometimes there are silver ribbons Streaming from a silver gown, | Or balloons like coloured bubbles in a 1 .! doorwaj’. There is always beauty somewhere in the town. There’s the florist with his window full 5 of summer. And children’s pink cheeks pressed > against the pane, It’s funny to see people on wet days * Put up umbrellas, and splash out in the rain. There is beauty in the warm glow of 1 the lamplight. At night when crowds are pressing 5 to and fro, They' say the town is ugly . . . but f somehow I will never find it so. , : Harvest Moon (Alma ChamberJ lain).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 931, 26 March 1930, Page 14
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175TOWN Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 931, 26 March 1930, Page 14
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