Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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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),

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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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The Branksome Slogan 21 Harvest September is a harvest time, The perfect mionth to mafce up rhyme. In the city or in a town The grass takes on a coat of brown. The birds in hundreds flock together To find new homes and sunny weather. The harvest fields are bleak and bare, Content that they have done their share. The leaves turn red and brown and gold, Much too beautiful to be told. The snow will soon be on the ground To cover up the things around. BETTY HARRISON (Clan MacLean). The Brook Bubbling and gurgling every day, The little brook goes on its way. Ruiming onward, over the stones, Singing all sorts of beautiful tunes. Trout lose ithemselves in its gurgling stream. That they may hide their silvery gleam. They swirl and curl o ' er its foamy crests. While the silver scales shine on their breasts. The current, it dips, over and under. While all water plants are torn asunder. BETTY JEWETT (Clan Campbell). The Skirmish Fiercely raged the battle That tragic mournful day. The broken swords did rattle And many -wounded lay. The pistol shots were many ' s knell When gallant captains the charges led. Then loudly rang a clanging bell The little boys went home to bed. PATRICIA GIBBONS (Clan MacEean). Morning Joy Yonder on the distant hill I hear the grinding of the mill. The sky above is azure blue. And clouds roll by in purple hue. Then in the mom I rise and hear The birds, that sing so sweet and clear. Oh ! what a joy this world can give To those who find out how to live. ELIZABETH EEWIN ( Clan MacAlpine) .