Annunciation High School - Annunciata Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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A Bit of Poetry ,OUR GARDEN We have a garden in our yard Where holly hocks tall keep guard The morning glories climb over the fence And sweet peas open in anxious suspense Now, our garden meant more than planting flowersj lt took patient care- for hours and hours Of hoeing, and spading and raking and weeding To make this place a sight worth seeing ln spite of the birds which pick at the seeds, And pick at the roots as if they were weeds, The flowers blossom one by one llluch to the pleasure of every one. MARGARET SALISBURY, '41 THE MAY CROVVNING We placed a crown upon your head .find at your feet our prayers we saidj We sang your praises - sincere To you exclusively, Mary dear. I know your heart was filled with joy For what we did-each girl and boy. You did feel proud, isn't it true That day was planned for you, just you. Oh, lllary, from that very day We promised faithfully to pray,' We thank you for all that you have done To bring us to our God, your Son. MARY LOUISE JUDSON, '41 SPRING The nicest time of the seasonal year, Is Spring when the notes of the birds ring clear. The snows of the winter slowy melt, And the moss underneath is like a pad of felt. The lovely arbutus begins to peep, Through the dead leaves after its long winter's sleep. JOAN BUTLER, '43 A MOTHER fl little lady sat in the back of the church, Tired, feeble, old and gray. But she seemed to smile though tears hlled her eyes .find her lips moved the while, she prayed. Then a big tear fell, from her pretty blue eyes, flnd settled on her cheek, ds she looked at a holy card That said, Aly son is one of God's Priests. BEATRICE XVHITE, '43 BEAUTY She gazes in the mirror lovingly, She peers at her eyes longingly: Softly she fingers her cheeks, Smiling she twitches her lashes Forgetting how soon she'll be ashes. Now she looks pensive, aggressive At last her art is submissive, But we know she's just a human freak, For her beauty is only skin deep. IVIARY O'LEARY, '41 AUTUMN TVVILIGHT The evening sun slowly sets, And the smoke begins to rise Like a wierd spectre about To embark on Night's long journey. The gilt rays of the sun flicker Through the air like a golden mist, When Autumn changes her glorious attire For the shining gown of Twilight. The sky is clear, blue and flawless Save for over yonder Vlfhere looms a mighty giant As the pilot of a ship. The sweet perfume of burning leaves Fills the cool fresh air 14 nd all the world retires 'lllid glory to the peace of Night. The valley is stillness now Except for a bird's lullaby The brood listening tenderly ds day makes her final bow. GEORGE HOEGEL, '41

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