Broadview High School - Beam Yearbook (Broadview, Saskatchewan Canada)

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SUNSET Far to the west the sun sinks below Orange, red and yellow, what a beautiful show. Like a ball of fire to us it seems Vividly imagined in our dreams. Lovers watch in fascination With a wonderous sensation. To the farmer, day is done. For the young, fdn is merely begun. With one stride dusk has settled Quietly and darkly over the land Everywhere like coal dust scattered From God’s loving hand. —Winnifred Gatrell, Grade IX STUDENT’S LAMENT This morning was dark and dreary, Although the sun did shine. For every mind was weary Because school began at nine. Now hearts are getting lighter, The minds are feeling free. The day is now much brighter, For it is half past three. —Jimmy Campbell, Grade X FAREWELL TO SCHOOL Farewell now school, I’ll miss you so, I’ll think of you as on I go. As I go into the world around, No matter where I may be found. Remembering back to my school years I will sit and remember those days in tears. The fun we had in those jolly ways Those joyous times of olden days. Now when the end is drawing near, We look on life with a feeling of fear. I’ll think of you wherever I dwell So now dear school I ' say, “farewell.” — Josephine Parker, Grade XII

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A BAD ACCIDENT There was an old man from Blackheath Who sat on his set of false teeth, He cried with a start, “Oh Lord, bless my heart, I’ve bitten myself underneath.” —Elaine McLeod, Grade IX. MIXED UP The stars were out, The sun was hot, He was where I was not. The grass was green, The snow was deep, The posies awoke From a long summer sleep; The birds above Their nests did build. I stepped on an ant The poor bug was killed. He didn’t moan, He didn’t groan, He said with a whimper, “Please send me home.” I looked at my watch, It seemed to say, “You’ve wasted your time and day away Writing a poem you know nothing about, You’re nothing but a stupid lout.” —Margaret Thompson, Grade X. TRAVELLING! ! Bumping, sliding, Banging, crashing, Crying, hurting, Landing At the bottom of the stairs. —Diane Wysoskey, Grade XI.

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A BIT OF ADVICE When you put your nose Close to a rose To smell of its sweet perfume You would be wise To use your eyes And first look inside the bloom. For there you might see A bumble bee Busily filling his thirst. To get stung is a shame But you’d be to blame For the bee, you see, was there first. —Sharon Wysoskey, Grade IX INNOCENT ME? It was in the classroom during a spare And I was slouching in my chair. The teacher was walking up and down, Reminding me of a clown. When I found an eraser on the floor; No one seemed to need it more But I can make good use of it. If I am just straight enough to hit! Aiming . . . watching ... is teacher near? Oh! How he jumped when I hit his ear! First, of course, at me he looks But I am innocent; reading a book! — Lynn Criddle, Grade X SPRING March 21st is the beginning of spring An awakening of all natures’ things April brings with it many showers Which then results in May flowers Seasons may come, seasons may go, But spring is the season when every¬ thing grows. —Greta Boger, Grade IX MY TRUCK I drive a black Ford truck that uses gas and oil, And when it gets hot inside it has to boil. It has a V8 engine And three gears ahead; It takes me many a mile And brings me home to bed. — Winston Archer, Grade X