Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE SNOWSTORM The sky is slowly turning into a dingy grey. The mushroom like clouds clamber closer together. The bright orange sun is being covered by a sort of mist. Everything is silent now. All is dark except for the last patch of sun which is quickly being covered up. Now white snowflakes slowly fall to the ground. The thin dew-like layer of snow is beginning to grow thicker with each snowflake. In the distance a warped window shutter beats constantly on an old abandoned mill. Now the snow is heavy and the wind is howling like an owl at night who is searching for food. The wind is beginning to die down and all is quiet once again, until morning. Caren Weinstein Form IIIA Fairley House THE SOUNDS OF NIGHT The night is the womb of sound, muffling unborn noise. From out of the dark is heard a lonely cry of fright. I can ' t make out what it is but it seems to have a message, a message to someone, a very special someone. Stars are awake but Jane is asleep and the owl wakes up and hoots at the moon. The mother bird rests in her nest while the possums smile at the night. The cows are not moo- ing, the pigs are not grunting and all is still in the big barn - but the mice. The trucks rumble as they work through the night whUe a train chugs and chugs and chugs, the fire trucks are ready and wait in the night. Now night is dying. Daylight starts and the milkman is coming, clanging and banging as he approaches the door. He wakes the paperboy then is off down the street, leaving the morning mist to brighten us all. Annmarie Burrows Form Upper II SPRING Spring ' s finally come The trees have started to bud AH the snow is gone. Melanie Sheridan Form II Fairley House. MY FAVORITE THINGS I have lots of favorite things And one of them is pretty rings Horseback riding is lots of fun Especially riding away like a gun. I like skiing, skating and swimming too And watching the lions in the zoo. Christmas, Easter and birthday excitements And a peak through the lock for further enlightments. When Mother makes me a pretty dress It ' s always the cutest and the best I love watching T.V. for hours and hours And taking baths instead of showers. I have a beautiful starnp collection And like to bring it up to perfection When Mommy and Daddy treat me out And speak so vaguely around and about I always guess but never tell Cause Daddy ' s twinkle rings a bell We ' re out to the movies what a surprise With popcorn and candies and laughs and cries. But what I treasure most of all In summer, springtime, winter and fall Is Mommy sneaking into my room When the lights are out, all but the moon And I ' m supposed to sleep very tight And she gently kisses me once more good night. Gabriella Prohaska Form 2, Ross House. MY BIRD My bird sings like a nightingale It sings so sweet and high, That I never know if it ' s my bird When a nightingale flies by. Susana Torrents Form Upper I junior literary 27

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