Brooksville High School - Breeze Yearbook (Brooksville, ME)

Page 12 text:

THE BREEZF PCDETRY PRAYER OF THE INDIAN WOMAN O God of the Whrte Cloud Gulde of the traveller Beautlful maJest1c hear my prayer' Far down the r1ver plac1d and peaceful Bordered by b1rches a canoe went glrdmg Far to the northward to the forest of great game Red Feather my warrlor paddled 1nto the dawn We need food sard the people food for the long Wmter The malze and the squashes hang drymg for Wmter Rrpe yellow gold ln our log huts and tee pees But game 1S not plenty the God of the Has led the wrld deer and brson away from our klngdom So he went forth mto the mornlng To the land of the forest the land where the hlgh h1lls Rlse blue ln the sunlrght 11ke temples to the sun God Lofty blue temples rn the gold mlst of Sep tember Smce then the storm God has swept over the pra1r1e W1th w1ld wmds and torrents he speaks to the people Before thee O storm God thy people l1e worshrpplng The moon has grown full lrke a great srl ver apple The storm God has passed but the Wmter 1S absent O God of the Wh1te Cloud see I kneel before thee Hear my pet1t1on brmg my Warrror home safely Look there' Down the rlver placld and peaceful Bordered by b1rches a canoe comes drrft 1n Lrke a leaf on the water a brrch leaf rn autumn Each dlp of the paddle shmmg 1n the sunllght Brmgs hlm nearer and nearer l1ke a Wlld brrd at sunset L1ke a hawk or an eagle llymg home rn the sunset Red Feather 1S commg home from he huntmg Look' Over the hlgh h1l1 over the b1rches There over the warrlor r1ses a whxte cloud' To thee O Whlte Cloud gurde of the traveller Beautrful maJest1c be my pralse forever Myrtle Condon 39 SF at lk In the sprrng when the streams are h1gh I take to the brook wlth rod and Hy An assurmg tug on the end of the l1ne And rf 1ts a trout twrll su1t me fine But It s usually a can that meets my gaze And then my temper begms to blaze Another tug and Ive caught a trout But rt s a short and I throw xt out So thats why my flsh comes packed ln a can God bless my savlor the groceryman' Rodney Pumrose 41 10 , 7 7 . . , 7 . - . . 7 7 ' 1 ' . . ' 1 . . . , 7 . - . . . , ' I ' , 7 . . . . 7 7 7 7 . . . . H 77 ' 77 V 7 . . . . ' 1 . , , ' v ' 7 3 . . , , u . n anlmals ' ' ' ' ' 1 1 ' 77 n 1' ' 1 1 7 7 . . ' I 7 ' . . . . T , , . , , 7 - ! . . , , . . . . 0 7 ' ' 1 7 I 1 11 , . . , . 1 ' , . . 7 , . . , . . 4. , - , .

Page 11 text:

Tm BRFI 71' had no need for a car After unlockrnff the door hrs father preceded hrm rn Then he moved asrde so Edward mrght ee Where were all of Edwards dreams of a lovely new car ' Surely thrs couldnt be what hrs father had bought for hrm' Why thrs was Harry Duncans old Ford wrth a new coat of parnt' Well how do you lrke rt son'P asked Mr Smrth beamrng proudly upon Edward Why father' Er uh why' Now I have a car of my own Thanks ever so much father' Not for anythrng would he let hrs father see how drsappornted he was Wrth feet that dragged he followed Mr B own up the road to the house Hrs fath er was sayrng somethrng And so I thought you and I would go huntrng up rn the Marne woods thrs fall How would you heard a horn toot behrnd hrm As he looked up he saw rt was Sammy Mance rn hrs new Burck and besrde hrm her han flyrng rn the breeze from the open wrndov. sat Joan Holland She drdnt efen look Edwards way though he knew that she mut have seen hrm She was too much engrossed rn what Sammy was sayrng For a mrnute Edward was very Jealous 'Ihen he threw back hrs shoulders not to create an rmpressron on Joan thrs trme but because he drdnt care rf Joan drd go by wrth Sammy Mance Wrth her head rn the arr She could have that lrttle srssy rf she wanted hrm Soon rt would be fall and he and hrs father would be huntrng rn the Marne woods Wouldnt the other boys be surprrsed to see hrm come home Wrth a 400 pound buck rn the back of the old Ford? It was not the admrratron of the weake sex that he could crave rn the future He cl leave that to the fellows who understood them' Grace Ladd 40 BOOKS Boolfs are one of the most essentra' thrng rn thrs crvrlrzed World or rather rn thr world that rs supposed to be crvrlrzed If rt werent for the number of books that are publrshed we should all be rgnorarrt unrntellrgent people Even rn the Brble trmes some sort of books Were wrrtten on parchment so as to keep a record of what happen d In Rome and other parts of the world rnscrrptrons have been found on rocks and ca e walls Indrans often drew crude prc tures to rllustrate 11 hts or somethrng else that they thought rvnportant All these books are to us People must learn to wrrte and to use correct Englrsh It rs through books that we learn all these thrngs The one thrng that entertarns most people rn thrs town durrnff the wrnter months rs readrng Hav you ever stopped to thrnk about how th hrstory of wrrtrng books dates back? If you haven t why not start thrnk rne about rt now? Publrc lrbrarres have been establrshed so people who are unable to buy or secure books any other way are able to read book erther frctron or non fictron whrch ever nts rnto therr schedules Some people respect the rrght of berng able to borrow books from the lrbrary but otlcers use the books carelessly and often sporl them for someone else by markrng on them or tear rnff pag s from them I hope you arent the krnd who destroys books Avrs Soper 41 C . 'Z . 1 9 .l - ' D 1 ' ' . C i 7 ' r , ' 7 I ' ' r' s. . . cr ' - ya . , 7 1 ' - . 1 ' ' Y ' k Ayr. , -U , H , -. - . . Q . 1 ' - . H ' 'fr 1 1 ' - ' - - M ir . ' - ' V KA . . ... ,, - . . - Y . f ,ou . D x . a 'A I - like that? Before he could answer, he things were probably to them like Our- , A . 7 D ' ' S ' . f 3 ' ' ' ' . A . l y 8 . . . y . 1 . t . V ,, . - ' ' , : Lg ' . V, . . . . M . , . . , . . . X , A G E, . . - L. y . - ' , - . . ' . , , 1 ' D , 1 . g .. . , . , , . ,

Page 13 text:

THE BRFFZE BEAUTIFUL SPRING Pussy W111OWS bloom1ng Everythmg awaken1ng 1 'en the frogs vo1ce bOOIl'll11g Spr1ng lS here Hear the soft breeze slgh B1rds slng merr1ly In the woods near by Spr1ng IS here Bubbhng brooks sw1ftly flow Down from the mounta1n h1gh Between the embedded rocks below Spr1ng IS here The warm sun ln the blue Sh1nes on the earth makmg Tree buds burst anew Spr1ng IS here Flowers peep 1nto slght By the rude stonewall W1th the1r colors brrght Spr1ng IS here All the worlds so br1ght Everythlng s serene God rules lt by h1S m1ght Spr1ng lS here s Soper 41 SPRING In the spr1ng he always wanders Through the meadows fields and trees To see the trees and flowers Blow1ng gently rn the breeze Then to the brook Where water splashes Ga1ly oer the rocks It comes down from the mounta1n and Brmgs b1ts of wood 1n t1ny blocks 1. Then the green grass that has pushed Its way up through the ground And the fields valleys and mountams look l1ke a green blanket spread for m1les around The s1lver b1rch lS budded and The cedar lS turn1ng green The blue r1ver separates them By Wllldlflg 1n between Barbara Gray 41 SPRING Spr1ng 1s everywhere Touchmg each ugly bud And makmg lt look so fa1r It brrngs every ICG bound brook to 16 Makes lt go danc1ng Sends lt a glancmg And seems to sooth humans IH the m1dst When flowers bloom Its the vsorld beg1nn1ng It stops most s1nn1ng It d1spells all gloom Cynth1a Blake 41 SPRING Spung lS IH the a1r Green grass 1S growmg everywhere The b1rds are s1ng1ng 1n the trees And the leaves are rustllng 1n the breeze Now more boats beg1n to go Where the r1vers gently flow The clouds are slowly dr1ft1ng by L1ke great whrte b1rds up 1n the sky Tul1ps grow for you and me Where the snow banks used to be The sun comes up br1ght and clear Tell1ng us that sprmg IS here Nellle Dyer .. 11 H Y! , . . Y , . . L'st - ' ' ' --It , . 7 . - 7 y , wk wk ak , . . 7 . . ! V . . - rf , I ' ' ', - N. - . 1 . L . . V of strife. ! J . . . , v . . - S Y ' ' 7 1 T r ' ' v as :Is ar 1 1 , ' . ,. as as fr ' , J , . , . . . , . . . . -' - . , . , . . . . . - , '41. 3 ' .