Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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SAILING It was on a bright and windy day The Appleby Lasers cast away Determined they would sail all day However, the wind would have its way. The skipper busily grasped the main sheet And holding it was quite a great feat For the wind was very strong and gusting And the water ' s spray tremendously stinging. He gave the crew the main sheet For he himself did not want to beat However, the outhaul snapped with a wack And the mast went over with a smack. The ice cold water bit the skipper ' s knees And the crew screamed that he was going to freeze But the skipper calmly went round the stern Thinking the crew would have to learn. The skipper pulled with a mighty heave-ho For he knew that up the mast it would go The crew scrambled fearfully into the boat For he had hit the water without a coat. The crew man he was full of fear For he thought his death was very near But the skipper remained eternally calm For a bit of cold water would do no harm. James MacKay THE RAIN THAT FALLS LIKE TEARS UPON MY FACE The rain that falls like tears upon my face, The quiet stillness of the dreary streets, The darkened alley along which I pace, While leaky gutters drip in rhythmic beats. The tall and gloomy buildings rise and meet Above my head against the clouded sky; Birds fly round in search of a retreat. All this is seen through my regretful eye. A jagged streak of lightening flashes down. For that brief time the dusk is turned to day. The thunder echoes through the sleepless town And angry winds make sturdy lamp-posts sway. Unfortunately those days cause much pain. Inevitably they shall come again. John Lancaster