THE OLD GORSE ROOT
Said the sycamore seed to the blackberry seed, “Make way, if you please, for me; Aou know* you nre only a common weed. And I am a beautiful tree. And I must be going; I’m welcome up there. I'm one of the sycamore trees; But you—you had better come up if you dare! Out of my way if you please!” Said the old gorse root to the blackberry seed, “It is true, my dear, she’s a tree. And I, like you, am a noxious weed, But I'll take you up soon with me; For you and I belong to the wild. To the grass and the fairies and bees . . . Be sure we will see the smiles of a child In spite of the sycamore trees. | “And the pixies will love mv vellow I flowers, ‘The fairies will rest on you; jln a tangle of blackberry make their bowers And dance for* us, two by two. “Of course, the farmers will make a cry When I’m growing up. shoot by shoot. But the family motto is hiever die,’ ” Thus spake the old gorse root. —Gloria Rawlinson, aged 11.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1064, 30 August 1930, Page 29
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191THE OLD GORSE ROOT Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1064, 30 August 1930, Page 29
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