Annunciation High School - Annunciata Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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A Bit of Poetry SHIPS Sometimes I get to thinking About the ships at sea, Dancing on the ocean blue just like the fishes, free. I wish I were a captain Of a mighty boat With sails instead of motors, To keep the ship afloat. In days of long ago, on ships, With adventurous men aboard, They knew not where they were headed, But trusted themselves to the Lord. I hope that I'll be on the ship, With the rest of the faithful band, With the compass set straight ahead, Toward the Heavenly Land. FRANK PARISI, '41 LIFE O ship so tall and sturdy The pride of all the seas, I'm glad that I'm a part of thee Encountering the calm and the breeze. 'You face both fair and wintry weather Bearing mankind in your train The storm you know you'll better Defying the sun and the rain. Though you travel nor ocean nor lake 'You are a ship we all must take 'You often run into trouble and strife, For you are the ship of Lifeg 'Yet I'm glad that I am part of thee Traveling towards Eternity. RICHARD LENNON, '41 A WARNING I looked at a flower the other day And chidingly it seemed to say, Don't you wish that you could be Pure and white like me? If I thought and wondered and asked myself, Are those words a warning? I knew that my body was pretty clean, I questioned my soul next morning. JOSEPH BURNETT, '42 THE SEA I like the sea On which to flee, When troubles bother me, The sailoi-'s life is a life so free O, let me sail the sea! To sail, to sail On the briny blue, Is what I wish That I might do. DOROTHY LE COUR, '42 MY STEED If this were thirteen hundred, And I were a knight of old I would put on my suit of armor, And work deeds of might and bold I'd mount my prancing charger And go forth to fight in the fray, I'd make ev'ry opponent sorry He'd encountered me that day. But this is the twentieth century, My arms are a book and a pen, My brain is my steed to bear me Against wickedness, evil and sin. JAMES BRIGGS, '39 THE WORLD'S FAIR OF '39 It's here, it's here, and you can see The biggest thing of the century. Can't you guess? Of course you can, well fine! The great Worlds Fair of '39. In the center of the Fair Reaching high up in the air Stands the perisphere and trylon Dominating all that goes on. People here, people there, Rush to see New 'YIork's Worlds Fair. They come by auto, bus and train, And even some by airplane. Rich and poor, young and old, All creeds and wealth are now enrolled Within these walls, big and fine The Worlds Fair of '39 ANNE PAVONE, '39 BIRDS I wonder why they sing so sweet, Vv'hat makes them happy so, Their flapping wings, their beating feet, They're always on the go. I wonder how the world would be Without their cheery song, Aren't you glad we have this joy To help our lives along? IDA CHILLELI, '4 SPRING Spring came round when it was due, With buttercups and daffodils, too, And from their cold and wintry beds, The flowers popped out their little heads I saw the yellow dandelions Out on the lawn one day The scorned, little dandelions Modestly greeting May. ' JULIA GQKEEFE, '39

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