Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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THERE The days become eternity in a land Where the frailties of man Are yet Unknown. The Goodness of God has kept it As virgin as The unchartered corners Of the universe. Within it, existence and non- existence Rule side-by-side in A mystical domain. This is the birthplace of Stars, and the pyre For their fiery ashes. This is nowhere, And yet, Everywhere, In a universe where The finite is impossible. This is a creation Of the mind, And a reality more true Than the Known. It is seen in the deep blue Of summer skies, And found under cool, mossy rocks Of the glades where birds Sing for a moment In ecstasy And are gone. S. Roloff 12E SKIING AM MONT ORFORD Unter klarem blauen Himmel, Und auf schneebedeckten Hugeln, Sieht man frohliches Gewimmel, Und man denkt, man hatte Flijgel. Wie sie flitzen, wie sie sausen Auf den Skiern durch den Schnee, Und der Wind, man hort ihn brausen Tut auch an der Nase weh. HOW I STROVE TO WIN THE INTERMEDIATE CROSS-COUNTRY RACE The race I am going to write about was the race of my life: I don ' t think I will ever win a race like that again. It was approximately two miles of ups and downs and took place on what was really a perfect day for running, a cool Monday afternoon in the second week of April. A breeze was blowing gently that made it even cooler. The sun shone but clouds constantly kept on blocking out its warming rays. Even though the day was perfect. I was in no shape to run. I hadn ' t warmed up or prepared myself for this hoping-to-win race. Anyhow, I was going to accept the consequences and try my best. Trying my best was exactly what I did. We had some 60 or 70-odd guys running this race. Ned Larsen blew the whistle and everyone took off. I was so nervous I didn ' t even hear the whistle blow. Everyone had left before me. That really started the race off poorly but those nervous tensions flew away and I was off on the race of my life to victory. But. that was two miles off and I had blown the start through nerves. However, after run- ning the length of two football fields I felt great again. I was in first place and remembered what Coach Bernman told me in swimming: Peter, if you start off in first place you can keep yourself in first place. I did just that, but the cost was a great deal of pain. Coach Berriman ' s advice forgot to in- clude that you must push beyond your own limits. Even before half way through the first lap I found Mark Francis pushing me harder and by the end of that lap pain shot through the right side of my stomach and my throat hurt whenever I took a breath. Besides the pain I had to fight against the devil inside my body. At the start of my second lap the devil seemed to have control. The pain was unbearable, like having a thousand spikes thrust into my sides and throat. The devil was tempting me to fake a passout or else simply to let Mark Francis pass me. But somewhere else inside me an angel was telling me to push harder and harder. Strive to win for there is a reward for all this. By the time I got past the main gate the pain was so bad I was going to fake a passout but just then, suddenly, the angel came to power and the pain was gone. I felt like a new man and even more determined to win. I pushed onwards with Mark Francis right beside me and so I pushed harder to keep ahead. The devil was starting to come back again but the good angel knew her job and kept his power to a minimum. I began to smell victory as I pulled into my final sprint with Francis close behind. My legs carried me so fast I managed t o reach the finish ahead of him but only by a second. I had really pushed to my limits and taken 10 seconds off the record. Then the angel left me to be criticized and punished by the devil. By golly! Did I ever feel pain. But that left after about 15 minutes and I felt good. I had won the race of my life. Probably I will never win a race like that again as long as I live. P. Thompson, 10A I Abends dann beim Apres-ski Sind sich alle klar Dass so schon wie heut es nie Am Mont Orford war. T. Henkel Grade 13

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SELECTION If death had been a greater joy And seemed eternal bliss Then would the Man who took the world Indeed have come to this? UPON A SKULL An eternal grin spreads Upon your ivory-hewn visage, Your hollow eyes tell much, Yet they tell nothing. You speak no words, And yet you speak incessantly. Men shudder at your sight, But they too shall some day Dream in darkness. How many thoughts have Passed through your Darkened mind? Time has removed your flesh And has left you With your dreams. For dreams die only in those Who never wished to remember. His battles rage, His wartime games Have taken up his soul, To save the lives of gloried few He ' d risk a gory toll. The thought of death just means the end Of life on earth: sad fate .... To think that man is not immune, That death cares not what ' s great. And what is small in life, But strikes with even fist At he who deemed to rule, And that lost in the mist Of glory at his heels. S. Roloff 12E If only I had known you, If only I could see What your eyes have seen, The places you have travelled, And the people you have known. If only I could feel What your heart once felt, The deepest sorrows And countless joys, The loves and the pain. Some day I too shall join The realms in which you dwell, And with unseeing eyes and A silenced tongue, Shall live a thousand Memories. D. Hodge, Grade 13 THE BLACKSMITH His muscles flay the musty air, A hammer pounds the burning steel. So it was; they found him there Unchanged, unmoved, and some could feel Compassion for his strength of mind, Or pity for his simple trust Which put its faith in womankind, And lost the object of its lust His wife had left him for a night To drink and seek a stranger ' s charm. His fury with revengeful might Had done the stranger final harm. So now the law, regretful yet Uncoiled the noose, and hung the man; His face still bore the heavy set Of one who ceased to understand The why, the wherefore of a life And treasures lost in honest strife. S. Roloff 12E