PETER PAN’S LETTER.

Waikato Times, Volume 121, Issue 20278, 21 August 1937, Page 21 (Supplement)

PETER PAN’S LETTER.

JQEAR GIRLS AND BOYS, And now the Holiday Ship h«. one. more cast asldo tho mooring ropes which have tied her to tho shores of Bchoo)days for the last few weeks and she Is again winging her way across the deep blue waters el Happy Times with a cargo of little people who are hoping that the fine weather will remain fine for their two weeks’ fun. Indeed, It seems that the Weather Man’s temper le very much Improved with all the lovely golden sunshine and blue skies that have been greeting ue these last few mornings. And have you all noticed the really beautiful sunrises and sunsets that we have been having? The other morning Peter Jumped out of bed, oh, ever so early and thought that he would go for a walk In the cool eprlng air, for Peter had a very nice “Spring” feeling, and It aeemed such a terrible waste of time to spend It all In bed, even If It was a very nloe warm one. So he set out for the lake, whloh le hie usual haunt on these lovely mornings, and when he arrived at his favourite pathway which overlooks the cool waters, he saw the loveliest sight. For the sun had Just risen from behind the blue horizon and was shining amongst the trees and the fresh green grass and a world of spring flowers. The sky was flecked with the palest of pink ar)d here and there were touches of blue, blue eky and soft fleeoy white olouda, (whloh made Peter think of baby Spring lambs) and ae tha sun rose high above the water’s edge like a ball of Are, with Its warm flams red colour, It was refleoted In the oleer surface of the lake and tha water sparkled with a myriad lights. All too soon for Peter the ploture faded and the golden sunshine and blue aklas were all that wars left of the sunrise, and then the birds all buret Into song together, Ailing the air with muslo and tha whole world seemed to awake to a new life again and onoo again everything was a bustle and a hurry. Bome-one haa Just opened a pair of vary sleepy eyes and he la looking at Peter In a very reproaohful way for Pater has awakened him from a lovely sleep In the warm sunshine which Is streaming through tha window and on to hla table. The Twins think that, when everyone else le asleep, Bome-one goes to the Spring Fairies* Revels for he Is always very tired and does nothing else but lie In the sun and sleep all day long, waking only when he Is very hungry. Then Anyone and No-one have been holding singing competitions In the early mornings and each day Peter Is awakened to a duet of “The Song of Spring” whloh Is whistled In the sweetest chords. And what a ploture Any-one Is looking for his ooat Is like a golden blossom from the wattle tree and every now and then he pauses to ruffle hie feathers until they are Just like a ball of aoft down. And now Just a few garden lines, for Peter has foitnd hie very first spray of pure white plum blossom with Just the faintest touches of pink at the tips, and It Is surrounded by lots and lota, of baby buds waiting for a little more sunshine before they, too, open their petals to a world of blue and gold. So happy sun emlloe and Jolly times upon tha Holiday Bhlp with hopes for Spring skies and lota of love. From yours, waiting for holiday nawa,