Isu Isu

I saw it growing in the thick bush, A flame of sunset rose red flowers with dark green leaves and I said to the cookie; In the bush there you will see a red flower — Go catchim takim come long me.

And it seems its name is isu isu; There is a green one, a white one and a red one.

You use it for sticks when you plant yams— it is strong too much and knives will not easily cut it.

I should like to say tonight to my friends: “This is isu isu. You didn’t find it.

Tomorrow one will be planted in my garden to flower every month.”

And the cookie is pleased because I am pleased with something belong Malaita.

Its flowers are on the coffee table In a new aluminium caketin which makes a silver bowl: Against broad leaves green as deep sleep, Splashes of glowing sunrise rose red flowers.

And the cookie, coming to lay the table for dinner, thinks: Queer missus, sitting with a gin and-lime in her hand, Doing nothing but look at flowers from a yamstick that grew up After somebody went away and left

a garden.

K. S. Poole.

Honiara, BSI.

A collection of flowers flown from New Guinea to Brisbane by Qantas Empire Airways was exhibited at the Chelsea Flower Show held in the Brisbane City Hall recently. The flowers created considerable interest.