Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE STALLION WHAT I THINK ABOUT Wild like the wind The stallion thunders Along the crimson hills. Along the hill Comes a rider After the wonderful horse. He ropes him He takes him And locks him in a pen. Denned up like a madman a sadman Full of woe and hate. Then, as if a spirit, He jumps the eight foot fence. He clitters away to the mountain. Free as the wind again Never to be caught Or seen by man again. Naomi Campbell Form 1 1 NIGHT Night swims toward us. It drowns the sun from sight. Night puts on its evening dress And drinks with the moon till day Anthea Liontos Form 11 CATS DOGS Small cats, tall cats! Skinny cats, mini cats! Square cats, aware cats! Silly cats, willing cats! Short cats and more cats! Proud dogs, loud dogs! Pretty dogs, witty dogs! Polite dogs, nice dogs! Pleasant dogs, tenant dogs! Poor dogs and more dogs! Robin Bronfman Form Upper II I think about butterflies and bugs because they are nature and nature is nice. I think about cars and trains because they go fast. I think about horses because they are brown and white. I think about places far, far, away. I think about the ocean far over the hills. I think about school that ' s waiting for me. I think about the world that lies outside my window. I think about books — all kinds of books, books for adults, books for children. I think about teachers giving hard work. I think about buildings touching the sky. I think about a balloon that would carry you high up in the air. I think about leaves falling from the trees. I think about snow very white and cold. I think about bees collecting nectar and honey. I think about rabbits that are white and brown. I think about birthdays that come once a year. I think about night. Goodnight. Lisa Skalny Form I THE JEWISH MAN Once a year ago I saw a man Walking in front of me. He had such white hair. Looked as if dipped into paint. He had his sneakers All worn and torn. He wore a hat With some letters on I guessed it was Hebrew. On his nose were glasses Just like the ones granny wears. He was mumbling something In some language I didn ' t know. I wished I understood The language he was speaking. I hoped and wished I could help him. He looked so old, sad and lonely. I wished I knew the language he spoke. But without a word he went Still mumbling the strange language Down the street sadly. Romi Oshima Form II

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SNOW CANUTE The snow is a delicate feature. Tawny leaves are gone. The world is a scary silence When the glittering snow comes. The snow comes rushing down. The snow is glittering white. It comes in many shapes When the glittering snow comes. Andrea Jackson Form II Canute a brave and good king. Was walking out one day. He saw a fierce dragon beast. And then he rode away. At the castle he did find. His brave and trusty dog. He needed knights to fight away. This fierce big dragon hog. They rode away to fight the beast. The dog and the nine knights. They fought and fought till he was dead. Glory had the king that night. WINTER Anthea Liontos Form II All the leaves gather up together. The snow falls lightly to the ground. The wind starts to blow. Oh! what a sound. The water makes big waves. That jump up and down. The wind makes a never ending song That lasts and lasts all day long. Jennifer Elias Upper I WINTER Winter is galloping in At full pace; The snow is coming down fast; It ' s almost a race Between autumn and winter. A snowy cold hand pinches my face. 000 it hurts; It ' s white as snow and it ' s cold like ice, 1 wish it ' d go and spring would come. Susan Konopko Form II TWO KNIGHTS A king once had a noble knight, More noble than the others. Together they fought in many fights Winning every one. One fight they almost did not win. It was against a dragon. This dragon was the only one That almost won a battle. Together they fought for many years Until a dreadful day When this faithful knight, this noble knight Came to the end of his days. He was killed among the rushes By a terrible black knight. The king would not believe this Until he saw the sight. Shanola Jayasakesa Form II TALL AS THE STARS I know of a beautiful maple tree, that is now awake, alive, and free. But soon the youth of it will be dead, from that awful mean old frost. It was at one time dazzling with colour, swaying in the wind with its coat all crumpled. But now the forest is dark from its merry laughter. Oh! but now this tree has a coat of glisting white. . . from that awful dreaded winter. Janet Hardy Upper I JUNIOR LITERARY

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ROSS HOUSE PLAYS Every year near Christmastide, The girls, in groups, will set aside One day, when all the Houses join To sing and serenade you. Actresses all in line to play Their roles, especially for that day, Will flutter about in whisi ers and tails. To act and amuse you. Winnie the Pooh has never before Appeared on stage in such fenriinine decor. And the Cheshire Cat that Alice met iVIade her debut singing a Rock duet. The preparation, the costumes galore. Big feet, small noses and energy stored. Came onto the stage and made such a hit. That the words to this poem hardly fit The wonderful show which the girls at Traf Put on for you to make you laugh; And in those moments, Love showed through . . . . From the classes and girls of ' 71- ' 72. Katie Smith Form VI A BARCLAY DONALD