Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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20 SAMARA SHADOWS OF THE CENTURIES Joan Gausden, Form VI b.

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SAMARA 19 A dear little breeze came to dance, and played, On his pipe the sweetest of notes But while he was leaping so lightly and gay, A mischievous rain cloud came by Thought of a naughty trick he could play To make poor little breezelet cry. But Pimpernel guesses what he was going to do And called to the breeze fluttering round ; Come into my cup or you ' ll get wet through, Come into the shelter I ' ve found for you, Or perhaps, little Breeze, you ' ll be drowned. Now Pimpernel ' s heart was filled with sorrow, When he saw what the rain-cloud was going to do, And he folded his petals around the breeze And kept him dry till the rain was through. And the windlet listened to his tale of woe, And jumped into the light with a happy face, For the little red petals had covered him so That the rain had not touched him in any place. Then he rose in the air and flew straight to the king And told him of Pimpernel ' s sorrow, And the King ' s heart was touched for the little red flower And he said: I will see him to-morrow. Now our small flower has many a friend He is as happy as he can be And he ' s loved by all, and this shows in the end, That good deeds are rewarded, you see. N.B. — And the only thing that little Pimpernel had to do in return was to close up his petals when it was going to rain, and that is why it is sometimes called Traveller ' s Weather Glass. F. Coristine, Form V c.

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SAMARA 21 A DAY IN THE COURT OF KING ARTHUR Cedric awoke, stretched his arms and yawned. It was a par- ticularly beautiful day, he decided, and just right for the tourna- ment. For to-day was no ordinary day at the court of the great King Arthur. All the knights and mighty men of valour from near and far were coming to try their skill, and there was to be a great tournament. Cedric pondered on this for a while, and then arose and dressed himself in a short green tunic, with a wide leather belt, long brown hose and funny pointed shoes. He then went out to wash himself at the well in the courtyard, and view the beauty of the ea. ' ly morning. After a while he observed Queen Guinevere in her rose garden, and ran over to bid her good morning. He then went in to his breakfast. Cedric, a lad of 13, like many others, was a page boy at the great court. His great ambition was to be a knight as nearly as possible like Arthur. After breakfast he and Denis, his best friend, went to the stables to help groom their horses, for there every boy must work