Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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NIGHT FEARS You creep upstairs to switch on the light, While monsters hide out of sight, A hairy thing upon the stair. It ' s only my sister ' s teddy bear. You make it to the light at last. You switch it on and take a gasp, You open the bedroom door so wide. That all the light pours inside. You close the door and look around. The shadows lurk upon the ground. You jump in bed stiff with fear. And listen to the sounds you hear. A killer rat gnawing with rage. It ' s only my hamster chewing his cage. A gurgling monster that doesn ' t care, It ' s only the washing machine from downstairs. Some clanking and groaning means the ghosts are up. It ' s only the heating warming up. At last there ' s not sound or call, The monsters are dead, so GOODNIGHT ALL! Andrew Lewis THE SCHOOLBOY ' S JOY When I score the winning goal I feel joy, When I get the highest mark I feel joy, If I run the fastest lap I feel joy. If I see my report is good I feel joy. May it continue thus For the good of my playing, May it continue thus For the good of my learning. May it continue thus For the good of my running, May it continue thus For the good of my schooling. John Lancaster

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Bandit was a young raccoon who had just separated from his mother and was on his way to hve a life all alone. Bandit travelled up a rocky slope to a mountain which he knew quite well because his mother used to take him there. This curious raccoon came to a burrow, when, through the corner of his eye, he saw something jump at him. When Bandit had a chance, he turned around to see what had jumped and there in front of him stood an emaciated raccoon. Who are you? he hissed. I am Bandit , he growled back. Why are you so haggard? It ' s almost hibernation. What is your name? 1 am Misty , he replied in a croaky voice, my mother left me in the snow two days ago, and has not come for me yet. Would you like to come with me? asked Bandit. When Misty felt better the two walked away to find a home for the winter; the start of an incredible adventure. Mark Follows

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100 MILES 100 miles 1 have to run. Running and hoping to get it done. That 100 miles siill left to run Tripping, stumbling, hitting a pine, ' Till I ' ve covered almost 9. I ' m getting tired, but I ' ll not stop, Until I feel I ' m going to drop. Out of the woods and along the path, I think I ' ve run almost half. I ha e got to run that 50 miles. Up a gentle slope 1 creep Upon reaching the top it starts to get steep. Sprinting downhill, I completely wipe out. It really stings, but I ' ll not pout. Until I run that 100 miles. George Nicholson ' - : WINTER Snowflakes swirl round and round, softly and slowly they tough the ground; A thick white carpet along the street. Crunches and creaks beneath my feet, Everything ' s larger with its cost of white, Glistening, dazzling, sparkling, bright; In the cold exciting breeze. Snow like ice cream falls off trees; Iced up puddles along the path, . When you slip they seem to laugh; The old cold winter eventually goes. But he has numbed me from nose to toes. Andrew Lewis Big black thunder clouds Cover the bright golden sun Good and evil fight. Andrew Lewis Seagull dips and flies And dives into the ocean Then soars away. Grant Norwood Years and years go by What is this fortune wasted? This fortune is time. (Ihris Humoniuk