Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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SELECTION If death had been a greater joy And seemed eternal bliss Then would the Man who took the world Indeed have come to this? UPON A SKULL An eternal grin spreads Upon your ivory-hewn visage, Your hollow eyes tell much, Yet they tell nothing. You speak no words, And yet you speak incessantly. Men shudder at your sight, But they too shall some day Dream in darkness. How many thoughts have Passed through your Darkened mind? Time has removed your flesh And has left you With your dreams. For dreams die only in those Who never wished to remember. His battles rage, His wartime games Have taken up his soul, To save the lives of gloried few He ' d risk a gory toll. The thought of death just means the end Of life on earth: sad fate .... To think that man is not immune, That death cares not what ' s great. And what is small in life, But strikes with even fist At he who deemed to rule, And that lost in the mist Of glory at his heels. S. Roloff 12E If only I had known you, If only I could see What your eyes have seen, The places you have travelled, And the people you have known. If only I could feel What your heart once felt, The deepest sorrows And countless joys, The loves and the pain. Some day I too shall join The realms in which you dwell, And with unseeing eyes and A silenced tongue, Shall live a thousand Memories. D. Hodge, Grade 13 THE BLACKSMITH His muscles flay the musty air, A hammer pounds the burning steel. So it was; they found him there Unchanged, unmoved, and some could feel Compassion for his strength of mind, Or pity for his simple trust Which put its faith in womankind, And lost the object of its lust His wife had left him for a night To drink and seek a stranger ' s charm. His fury with revengeful might Had done the stranger final harm. So now the law, regretful yet Uncoiled the noose, and hung the man; His face still bore the heavy set Of one who ceased to understand The why, the wherefore of a life And treasures lost in honest strife. S. Roloff 12E

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CREATION MORNING A morning by a small lake Is truly a peaceful time of day. You watch the water Sparkle and glitter, As a gentle summer breeze Tickles the placid surface, Causing small, lazy Ripples of water to lap On the pebbly shore. As you gaze into the misty depths Of the silvery water, You think about life Awakening below the surface. Somewhere along the wooded shore The distinctive song of a single crow Breaks the morning ' s stillness And beautiful quietness. Then, two red squirrels Converse freely, somewhere In the deep green wood. Two sparrows playfully Swoop at each other, Silhouetted by the gentle, blue sky, While the cry of a faraway loon Pierces the silence. All the animals are now awake; It is day. G. Richards 9E HAIKU The old man is dead, The brain ' s senses have expired Under the cold earth. D. York 9E The Wizard stood, and wisely scanned The vast horizons of existence, Stars and vacuum: empty lands Beyond the press of life ' s insistence. And then a notion erossecl KrsyminoL. Create a life in his own fornv Call it man, and in a time fed An untried culture woutel be Born. fTf -l tS £«5uched, Hi ' s mijscles tensed, Their fteYy power, strong ' within, And in a gesture, strength gave vent To man, afjad trave him? earth to spih -... Once round ,He .$$«pf, Hfs arm outstretche And seas and | p« appeared. Again the sw e P, His palm unclenched Tp toOse {foe%e l that life would rear 1 And there i ' stpotl) man: unspoiled yet, ■ ' A virgin seeo 1 in soils of tirt e. He questioned life; with thaMie met The Wizard and pis own design. Sketch and ' text b Sr. floloff 12E UNTITLED An unexpected jolt interrupted the beating rhythm on the tracks and he arose again from his light dozing. Yawning, he let out a satisfied grunt as he re-arranged his bulk on the luxurious seat of the train. Placing his feet on the unoccupied opposite seat, he gazed languidly out the window. Dingy houses rolled by, stacked together like kin- dling wood. In front of each was the same token lawn, nearly bare of grass. The same two-storied houses with clothes-lines, broken windows, rotting wood, unsmiling, dirty children, litter and garbage, all covered with a layer of dust which seemed per- manent, passed across his sight. Different looks came from infants running around in tatters and bent over mothers labouring over laundry in the yards. They all stopped to look up at the passing train. As the train passed into the darkness of a tunnel, he stretched out and tried to sleep. M. Rosseel 11E 79