Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON 25 O World That's Free As morning shadows fade away And sunlight heralds coming day And slowly wakes the forest life l see a world tl1at's free from strife- And pause-to think of those who die. +Q'l l It-.ia Ili ill liar o'er the boundaries, o'er the lakes Lie the trenches-with men who wake To light a deadly foe And give their lives, that we might know A world that's free. But when the task pursued is done And all men know that freedom's won lVe'll mourn for those who can't re- turn And by their sacrilice we'll learn I-low freedom's price was paid. 'llhose who remain by gun or mast Shall all return-forget the past. They'll see the shadows fade away, And they will herald that coming day 'llhat's found in a world that's free. JACK G1XI,lANO I Saw the Long Ships Passing I saw the long ships passing Like phantonis in review And each one told its story Of a brave and gallant Crew. I saw the long ships sailing Down the harbor toward the sea And the sailors hearty chanty Brought back a memory. There was a ship returning From a voyage long ago And not a man was left alive To tell the tale of woe. His ship sailed in the autumn Wlieii the leaves were stained with red. And he said he would come back to me 'Ere the winter's snows had fled. The minutes passed like hours The days passed by like years Yet not one word came from him To quiet my many fears. And then there came a letter Saying he was homeward bound And my heart rejoiced in gladness Not knowing th a t he'd b e en drowned. The ship was found by some Whalers And all that was left was the hull For a ire had swept down on her Like a tempest after a lull. I saw the long ships passing As I sat in my door today And I saw his ship before me As it sailed into the bay. BARBARA DYER The Watch The midnight watch is kept while over- head The stars shine down on a cold and tossing sea. NVhat do you think of, sailor? Your home, your wife? Or the little child asleep in the bed? Maybe it's a farm VVhere the gentle cattle graze, Or a noisy city street. Maybe it's a mother, Old and bent with care, Praying for you-her son. All these things are waiting,

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24 THE CAULDRON The Thing was moving around the room toward them. Jerry heard the soft footsteps, but even they didn't sound human. They came closer, closer. Jerry stepped backward and bumped into a small table. A vase fell and the sound of breaking glass echoed through the dark cottage. The Thing made a noise. It was supposed to be a laugh but it sounded more like a high pitched scream. Mrs. Shay slipped from under jerry's hand and he heard her body fall in the darkness. Jerry felt Paula's hand clasp his arm tighter. He felt hot breath on his face. It wasn't Paula's. A brilliant flash of lightning lighted the room for a f1'action of a second. Paula screamed. Scarcely three feet in front of them he saw the Thing again. It was a small hunch-backed man. His face was cruel, with the two canine teeth protruding over the lower lip. There was an insane glint in its eye. He was coming toward them. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door. The hunch-back screamed. The lock broke and in rushed three men with Hashlights. They caught the little man who began to sob loudly. Jerry lighted a lamp. Paula was bending over Mrs. Shay. One of the trio turned to jerry who held the light. He glanced at the broken vase on the carpet. I believe I owe you an explanation, he said haltingly, as though greatly relieved at something. Wlio is that man? He's ghastly. jerry stared with awe as the man's two companions took the Thing out into the rain. The Adder didn't hurt anyone did he P Jerry shook his head and the man continued. The Adder is a homicidal maniac who escaped from the sanitarium three days ago. He killed two of the guards and we were terribly afraid that he would do some serious damage. It was lucky that we happened to pass by here tonight. He turned and joined his companions. As the door closed behind the man, Jerry turned to help Paula revive Mrs. Shay. It was not long before her eyes opened and she stared terrified at the couple before her. Paula spoke softly to the old lady. At her reassuring words the terror left Mrs. Shay's eyes, and she allowed them to help her to her room upstairs. Outside the storm was dying on the moors and with its death it brought a sense of security to the inhabitants of the lonely little house. Morning came. The sun, casting its bright, early morning rays over the drip- ping moors, replaced the weird, wild storm of the night before. Jerry, driving slowly along the lonely road across the moors, stopped the car and gazed thought- ffully back at his mother's home. The small cottage was again a little spot of beauty in the wild, bleak moorland. JANET SMITH

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26 THE CAULDRON AAA- So keep your watch, sailor. For soon you'll be going home And all the joys you once knew Will be there And you will know them all again. BARBARA DYER Dogs To some the dog is man's best friend To others, just a pest, Now I'm afraid the question is : just which one knows him best? Wlien a lover says a dog is smart, A question will arise, As to how he should be judged- By his brains or by his size? Now, take the little Pekinese- I-Ie's mama's baby doll 5 Blue ribbons he may capture Though he has no brains at all ! Then we have the mongrel, Who has no family tree, But he's oftentimes a hero, Though he lacks a pedigree. The St. Bernard's a mighty dog, A noble beast indeed, But in this day of rationing He's much too much to feed. A cocker has such winning ways That every child's his friend, J But slippers left within his reach NVill meet untimely end. Discussion gets us nowhere fast, As you can plainly see : Either you love them or you don't But that's not up to me. J. I'IAT'I'liSEN Home I would not mind the job at hand, The pressing ways of war, If I could only cross this land And see my home once more. The house is old and bent with wear And really not much to see, But the joy of simply being there Would be enough for me. Familiar faces on the street, A nod, a warm hello I A friend's iirm handshake when we meet Worild set my heart aglow. From my shoulders I would cast The burdens of the day, For I would be at home at last, This time to always stay. The years may trail their loneliness Through a lifetime filled with pain But my mind would be at rest, If I were home again. I. I'lA'1 l'ESEN