Alma College - Almafilian Yearbook (St Thomas, Ontario Canada)

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THE LAST DAY by Martha Gladman The bell has rung for the last time. My room Is my own for the last time. My friends are together for the last time. It ' s time for us to go. We ' ve been through a lot at this place, Spent years together at this place, Loved, laughed and lost at this place; But it ' s time for us to go. On this sad June day now. We ' re thankful that we stayed now. We ' ll remember this place always, now That it ' s time to go. But at last We ' re on our own now. Good-bye - - We ' re on our own now. Thanks - - We ' re on our own now. But we ' ll return some day. DEDICATION by Jan Sinclair As you walk away. All that I possess is in your keeping. The hours of joy and laughter spent together Swept away by time ' s revolving arms; These things I wish would stay. But now are gone. Still my heart in fondness Alights upon visions of your tender warmth and grace; Whispers from my heart restore all losses Pouring sweet fragrance upon my thoughts — And these will stay. 42

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HE ' LL NEVER KNOW by Martha Gladman He was probably born in that house, And there he spent his life. He probably died in that house, But his years were free from strife. How could he have lived so long here And still remained so gay? Without cigarettes or draught beer And speedy highways? No radio, television or telephone Or a device to save his labour. Day after day all alone Without the things we live for. Vietnam was just a place to him. He never imagined a race riot. LSD would never stir Him from his peace and quiet. He believed in God and nation. A first to take the pledge. A proud past for our generation. But today his kind is dead. AUTUMN by Susan Mitchell Red and golden tears unsmiling Drift down the cheeks of autumn wind. Perhaps they mourn another season ' s passing. The loss of warmth that was summer ' s kin. But no! They are not tears of sorrow; For much is there to thank an autumn day - For walks with you through fallen leaves in woodland; For sunshine come to bless this day. To flame the leaves in all their burning splendour. To dispel the cold of autumn breeze at play. To light your cheeks with warmth and glowing To make you run and laugh and say, God made the autumn for our pleasure. Come, Love, and be gay. 41

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(Espanol ADIOS by Maria Elena Orellana Que me has dado otra decepcion? no importa amor, estoy acostumbrada, que rechazas mi triste corazon? Que importa si nunca lo has aceptado. Sabes siempre existe otra promesa, y mi ilusion no morira del todo. Hoy? dejame fallecer ya quiza manana Ame otra vez . . . GOOD-BYE (translation) That you gave me another deception doesn ' t matter. I am accustomed, to your repulsing my sad heart? It doesn ' t matter since you have never accepted it before. You know, there always exists another promise, and my illusion won ' t die at all. Today? let me live like that Perhaps tomorrow I will love again. PARTING by Jan Sinclair I turn my back to walk away. My love stands mute and still behind; Alone I ' ll tread, yet I don ' t mind. He ' ll taste his tears - I ' ll just see mine. 43