Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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TRACKS Tracks, Leading to some barren place, Which no human face Has ever seen, Lie across the banks of snow. Tracks, Made by a wand ' ring animal. Fast hastening from the fatal call Of the owl, Run through the forests of the night. Tracks, Soon to be swept away by wind Or snow, so no man may find The secret Of the tracks. ' Vivien Law, Form IIIb, Gumming House BUNNY RABBIT Bunny jumps in her hole. With a wiggle and a twitch and a hop and a roll. Oh! there she is. Oh! what a wizz. Back into her hole, With a wiggle and a twitch and a hop and a roll. Bunny, Bunny, where is she? Over there behind a tree. Let ' s creep up and say Good-day Hush. Don ' t scare Bunny away. Robin Levine, Lower I, Age 9 PATIENCE, PERSISTENCE, AND DETERMINATION THE world can laugh. It will only increase my persistence. My goal; to be top. To stand above them all. To let nothing stand in my way. I will fight to the finish. There is no question. To be. Yes; it will take practice. It will take time; but I will get there. Then they will not dare to laugh. For I — I am determined. My ways are set. Just wait. They will be sorry. My persistence and determination will pay off, in time. All in time. There will be the encouraging moments; there will be the discouraging moments. They will learn, bvit I too. Gradually I will rise. To the top. Maybe farther. No; I am not conceited. It is merely determina- tion. I preach practice, and I practise what I preach. Belief. Belief in the possible. A dream? No. It is more than a dream. It is an aim. I have thought and I have decided. My life is devoted to my practice. Concentration, Persistence, Deter- mination, Patience. All are required. Impossible? No. I do not believe in the [27]

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These people don ' t to school, but the people that have a little bit of money, the first thing that they think of is to send their children to school. They send them to school where the government pays. The other children go to private schools. In Venezuela the good schools are the Catholic schools, and all the other schools are quite good. Venezuela is a very interesting country, full of beautiful scenery and sandy beaches. It ' s a mixture of modern buildings in Caracas and grass huts in southern Venezuela. It ' s rich in natural resources and culture. Paola Parmeggiani, Form II, Ross House THE SEA I would like to go where the wind doth blow, And waves are tremendously high. Where the boats do rock up and down. And the sun just appears in the sky. Where the sea-shells are on the sandy shore, And the graceful sea-gulls fly. And in the mist I see a sailing sbip Go sailing quickly by. But just as the ship disappears in the mist, I hear a terrible cry. And when I wake up from my wonderful dream, I remember the sea with a sigh. Wendy Verrier, Upper I, Age IQi MY SCHOOLBAG Hello! I am Ero ' s schoolbag. Would you like me to tell you my story? Listen carefully. In the morning I wake up early and walk to the living- room. As soon as Ero wakes up, she dresses and eats her breakfast. She grabs me, says good-bye to her parents and runs outside. At the bus stop she throws me down and runs to talk with her friends Diana, Nicole or Judy. At last the school bus comes. Thank heavens she remembered to take me with her! At school my torture starts. In the garden she slides down, and I have to slide down with her. I fall in the water and get all wet. In the classroom she throws me down, and every ten minutes she takes out or puts something into my cases. At recess everybody steps on me and — oh! it hurts so much! When school is over, she puts her books in me and runs with her friends. Oh, no! It ' s that car again. She gets on, puts me under her feet and steps on me as her clever friend Lois does on hers. We schoolbags have so much trouble! When we go home, like a hvingry wolf she runs to she kitchen. She eats, and takes her books out, but now she doesn ' t throw me under the chairs as she used to. Her mother told her: I do NOT want to see your schoolbag under the chairs again, or else . . . So she puts me on her piano, and I feel like a queen. I suffer the same thing every day, every week, every month, every year, and I will as long as I am in the hands of Ero Saitanis. Good-bye, and thank you for hearing my story with such interest. Ero Saitanis, Upper I, Age 10 [26]

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word. Ill niy vocabulary are many words. This is not one of them. Some people call it stubborn. I list it as determined. My thoughts are glued down. I will not lose them. They are too strong. Success nourishes hope. I have hope. I will soon receive success. Success; my goal. Success. I was blind; but I will see yet. Julia Morgan, Upper II, Donald House THE SEA AT NIGHT Although I ' ve never seen the sea at night, I have a picture in my mind. The sky grows dark And all is silent. . . . Then the great sea-waters roll. It ' s not silent now but . . . but the splashing of the waters . . . makes you feel all alone. LlANNE Vardy, Form II, Fairley House THE ZOO I have never been to the zoo, but I hope that I will soon go there, because I like animals. I would like to feed nuts to the monkeys, and corn to the elephants. Perhaps I would see the elephants splashing in the water and all the other animals which I have just seen in story books. Susi ScHiRMER, Preparatory I, Age 7 SNOWFLAKES Snowflakes are like fairies Dancing through the sky. Almost every morning The fairies fall from the sky. I like to watch the fairies Falling from the sky, So early in the morning, As my step goes by. Zana Main, Lower I, Age 8 [28]