F POET'S

THE MAN WHO SELLS THE ORANGES

Over the mighty mountains
that reach to touch the sky.
The man who sells the oranges
has first gone walking by.

Over the hills from far away
there came a lonely cry.

The man who sells the oranges
has first gne walking by.

Over the gentle foot hills,
that lead down to the plains.
The man that sells the oranges
has first gore by again.

Over the golden prairie

the wim brushing the ripening
grain.

The man who sells the oranges
has just gone by again.

Over the Lake Land country
the Loon with its sadend cry.
The man who sells the oranges

has just gone walking by.

Over the Voyagers homeland
like a womn in child birth
in.
e man who sells the oranges
has first gone by again.

Over a mighty headland

I look out to the sea

The man who sells the oranges
I wonder, who could it be?

FOR THE CHILDREN OF CASSIAR FROM

Gran E. Homes, Auckland, N.Z.

A tribute to the memory of

CORNER %&

"CHARLIE"

Charlie was a Mina-bird.

The cleverest talker you ever heard.
From morn till night

He kept it up

To everyone's delight

"Hi Charlie", "Pretty bird",

"Its impossible" -

"Whoo — wooo = ooo"— |}

A perfect wolf-whistle

To turn anyone's head

And, I'm sure one day

Heard him say,

"Hi Joe, Whooo — wooo — ooo, Laurie)"

He enjoyed being in his cage
Out on the lawn

And loved the children passing by
To talk to him

"Hi Charlie" "Pretty bird"

Then squinting up

With head to one side

He seemed to smile almost
"Ces-e' bon", "Squawka, squawka”"
"Whooo — wooo — 000 — !"

Echoing far and wide

Oh, you crazy bird

We miss you so

But hope you've gone
Where good birdies go]

Charlie — Joe and Laurie Fitzsimmons!
Mina-bird, wio left their midst
Xmas 1969.