Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Si ogan 19 YESTERDAY Yesterday it was dilferent, The ground was grey with fallen leaves, The cold bleached oaks stood stately, Wafted by the gentle breeze. Today the sleigh is gliding Over the glittering snow. The world is a jingle of merry bells. Hurrah ! And away we go. But I seem to remember yesterday, With its sodden and faded leaves; I seem to remember yesterday, And ' the silent shivering breeze. MARGARET GIEMOUR (Clan MacGregor). PINE TREES Whispering, Softly chanting Memories of bygone days. Silvery green In the golden moonlight. Their perfume Heavy on the air. Rustling, swaying In the cool night breezes. A whip-poor-will Calls from his leafy nest. The breezes carry it far away And still the trees Hold their memories. BETTY JEWETT (Clan Campbell).

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18 The Branksome S1.0GAN Ivet us, as loyal members of Branksome Hall, humbly strive our utmost to Keep Well the Road and, not only in spite of adverse conditions, but because of them — press on! I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to night . SPRING SONG The f ragrance of ithe blooming flowers All speak (to us of spring ; Exulting lin the leafy ibowers, The early spring birds sing; The lark sends up his blithesome air, Winds oarol music everywhere. The bee hums in the flowery dell. The cricket chirps all day; The robin sings near the fresh-turned •soil. The brook glides on its way ; The fairy-pipers pipe for you Since all is song — warble too ! NORA CONKIvIN ( Glan MaoGregor) . THE WIND IN A STORM Shrieking aJloud to the darkening sky, Challenging everything with its cry; Whirling bright leaves around the old farms, Banging the doors of deserted ibarns, Blowing drops of glittering rain. Moaning ' round corners, again and again. Clawing lat treetops, seeking to shake Bright coloured leaves, to follow its wake. This is the wind in its delight. Trying to show us all its might. BETTY JEWETT (Clan Campbell).

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20 The Branksome Slogan Autumn The mist is falling over knoll and hill and tree, Blotting out the very world for me ; The leaves that frolic in the elm ' s crown, Are sick of heart and faint with falling down. The tears that whisper in the wind ' s hoarse voice. The sighs that echo on the hill of lonely trees; The dull faint thud of sodden steps. Unbroken by the sullen mutter of the leaves. But suddenly a robin calling in the east, Breaks the stillness of the Autumn peace. MARGARET GILMOUR (Clan MacGregor). Leaves In Spring and Autumn and all the year round Many beautiful leaves cover the ground. Golden, silver, yellow and green All over the world are to be seen. Children raise their sleepy heads And scamper from their cots or beds. They run an d play among the leaves And catch them as they fall from trees. ' Tis a sad time when all the leaves Are scattered from their mother trees. Covered with a blanket white. They sleep throughout the wintry nig ht. BARBARA THOMPSON (Clan MacAlpine). An Early Ride The Heaven above, and the open air, And my little brown cob beneath me, Is all I ask as over the grass We tear in the beautiful morning. Straight to the right where the rising sun Flames in the eastern sky. The clouds look down as we tear along On this glorious sun-lit morning. GIIvIvIAN WATSON (Clan Stewart). The Old House The old house stands In the lane, Ivonesome and dreary In the rain. Hollow voices Echoing forth From the old Vine-covered porch. A muddy path Leads to the door. The mud is tracked All over the floor. Weeds, choked with age Grow through the wall. The €ob-webs are strung Throughout the hall. BETTY JEWETT (Clan Campbell),