Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDHON 2.3 ,TO MY ALARM CLOCK Oh time-piece that I know so well You are so mean to me- For you wake me with your bellg When just asleep I seem to be. You wake me with a raucous shout That brings me to my feet As the cowhell's tones ring out Against a violin's song so sweet. Yes, you are very annoying When in the early morn Gust when with dreams lim toyingl By you my slumberis torn. So do not be surprised, my clock If by Adawnis gray light some day Against the wall your head I knock flf you don't stop rousing me, I maylj Robert Margeson A TURN TO THE RIDICULOUS A fat boy who lived in Genoa I-Iad a seat in the school near the door He sat down in his chair But the chair wasn't there And Porky crashed down through the floor. There was a young man from Lynn On the races he never could win When Son of a Gun Paid one-hundred to one, Oh boy, how the money rolled in. A scientist by name, jack Knight Was an expert on the physics of light. A glowworm he crossed, With a bee that was lost, So the poor thing could work in the night. Kenneth A, Chatto LEST WE FORGET A war has just been fought and won By men of every creed. A war thatis brought much tragedy Along with victory. Many boys are returning home- Home to begin anew All the things they left undone When called to the red, white, and blue. There's a flag that hangs in a window tonight lfVith a gold star shining bright. This is the flag for men who died That theirsons might not have to fight. These men have died that we might live In a land with freedom from fear. Letis not forget their sacrifice But remember with each new year. Only those will understand Who wait for a loved one in vain. They know what it means to receive the news That lieill not he home again. For even though they fought to win In every moment of the strife, They won the battle of the world But lost their fight for life. Barbara Young

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22 THE CAULDHON LOCK AND KEY You arrive home in early morng Your mind is wearlyg your nerves are worn. Youire cursing the evil twists of fate, That have kept you up and out so late. Into your pocket goes your hand, Your eyes are heavy with the Sandman's Sand, You search for your key to open the door- Itis always been in that pocket before!! You search in your trousers and in your coat- The elusive thing is getting your goat- Finally, you find the little pest In the lower pocket of your vest. Then you get a minor shock- Some fool's stolen the hole of the lock!! You feel and probe and poke and scratch And finally find it's right under the latch! By now youire mad and wide awake:- Youare unaware of the noise you make, ,Till once when you step on a squeeky stair A window goes up with a Quiet down therevlll You silently curse the sleepless guy- And turn to give it another try. After Ending the hole, you push the key. Why it won't go in you cannot see! You push and push 'till with a frown, You find the blamed thing's upside downg ' Seething anger blinds your sight And you throw the key far into the night. After some semblance of reason returns You take out your flashlight that never burns And venture forth to hunt and seek. Youll! End that key if it takes a week! Luck is with you and in less than an hour You iind the key, and with thoughts quite SOU1' . Return to the door fully resigned To another hour of this hopeless grand. You place the key up to the lock And then receive a pleasant shock The key slips in as easy's you please- But at this point you have to sneeze! The key flies out to the lord knows where As you're doubled over with the expul- sion of air You drop the flashlight with a crash And the bulb is broken in a tinkling smash! You sit down on the step and howl Like a hungry wolf out on the prowlg You spit and curse and then you swear And squash your hat and tear your hair. HGH When morning comes with a burst of light Along comes a man all dressed in white And he leads you off as you rant and yell To a nice and quiet PADDED CELL. Margeson

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