Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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FRONT ROW: Sandra Sunborg, Christine Wheeler, Pamela Cook, Anne Wood. MIDDLE ROW: Janet Lewis, Miss Christal Thys, Adelina Roberts, Yoko Ohezeki, Miss Armbruster, Anne Miner, Christina MacFarlane, Cheryl Mackay, Eleanor Hsu. BACK ROW: Wilma Wathey, Alessandro Cravero, Martha Hiam, Melissa Peabody, Keren Penney. form three b POEMS To write a poem, I must confess, I ' m certainly not the very best. To pen a line my mind must think, and at the end I need a drink. In order to rhyme so many words, I look outside and watch the birds In hope that maybe one of these Will give me what comes not with ease. The seconds drag, the minutes pass, I look around at all the class. They are writing. Why not I? I feel like screaming, want to cry! The teacher announces we must stop, The shrill bell rings the students hop. But what ' s this I see before my eyes? I ' ve written a poem, aren ' t I wise? Christina MacFarlane Fairley House

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FRONT ROW: Lori Hum, Caren Weinstein, Laurie Kift, Mimi Judah, Merrilyn Hodgson, Diana Reisman. MIDDLE ROW: Louise Benjamin, Andrea Baron, Susan Cameron, Miss Arnold, Margarit Dobson, Kathy Furlotte, Kim Finley. BACK ROW: Joanne Cook, Sarah Frost, Terri Johnson, Angela Merayias, Michele Apteckman, Barbara Slattery. form three a

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FRONT ROW: Susie Schirmer, Cathy Szabolcsy, Shamala Jayasekera, Andrea Jackson, Anthea Liontos, Linda Terrien. MIDDLE ROW: Tayce Edgar, Jackie Tammasi, Trina Hill, Maria Facci, Belinda Rankov itch, Rosemary Mandry, Alice Nyerges, Janet Hardy. BACK ROW: Norma Wathey, Pat Bardecki, Anne-Marie Burrows, Heidi Horner, Sandra Levy, Naomi Campbell, Mary McKenna. ABSENT: Mrs. Ewing. upper two THE THUNDERSTORM Outside of the warm, snug cottage, a great storm was build- ing up. The wind started to howl like wolves on a lone-prairie. The rain began to fall in small drops. Gradually, those few drops became millions of noisy needles with sharp ends, tapping on the windows. Suddenly, there was a loud rumble from the sky! The jagged lightning struck the earth with tremendous force. The trees swayed like wild dancers out of control. The dead leaves soared through the black sky like witches, flying towards an unknovm destiny. Inside the cosy cabin, the scent of roasted marshmallows, toasting on long sticks in the fireplace, filled the air. The sound of popping pop-corn was heard throughout the house. Quietly, as if a secret, the rain subsided and everything lay still. Anthea Liontos Ross House