Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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PRING, why do you cover me with your green silk? Why do you weave me in your golden nets? I want to slide away in the cold autumn's fog- O, let me slumber the autumn's sleep alone. With rosy fingers you paint your mornings And in far thunder your nights are lost. Your blossom slowly downward drops And more impetuous palpitates the earthly pulse. You take the new returning swallows And throw in air like strings of pearls Much sweeter sound than nightfalls singing, For you have turned the accords of their harp. O, you far nights, O, you far mornings! O, you dream filled young soul, Why so you wither in your blossom so soon? You seed corn filled poppy. Of no avail, you build across the whirling depth, The beam suspensions to the ancient remoteness. In vain you try to lift me up to thee, Your lightness can not bear my heaviness. Vija Peterson INCONSISTENCY OMB tremendous change of mood! Turn tenderness to laughter lewd fSlow in the snow, slow in the snow The footsteps plow in aching holes, Prints in a row, prints in a rowj By a quick glance, under a pause, Emptiness steals without a cause. CGun-metal shy, gun-metal shy, It claws and scrapes the frozen air, Soft winds cry, soft winds cry.J To cover the gap we babble aloud And love shrieks by with the passing cloud. CLife is a role, life is a role. With lines never learned and a prompter deafg Another hole, and another hole.D LOVE OVE brings no joy to the heart For it comes and goes like the wind. Love brings tears to the eyes As the morning brings dew on the red roses Love is like a rose. It blooms for a while, But then it drops its petals And slowly withers away. Love brings sadness to the heart. But if I were not in love, My heart would be as if dead, Dead as a corpse in a grave. Diana Hitt Gertud Wenzel

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FIRST spoke to Katherine when-Tommy and I were swimming in a newly discovered cove, salt water in the mouth, salt water in the nose, squashing wet sand . . . the first day of freedom. It was then we saw her. She was crouched on a rock, her fists tight and small. The incessant wind flattened her hair against her thin head and pressed her dress against the knobby bones of her straight body. Tender, yet sharp, alone with all that mighty water surging and grumbling beneath. She turned with sudden terror, seeing us. We walked over, shaking the water off, and asked her name. Katherine, she said, and waited. How old are you? Thirteen Timmy rubbed a smooth-alleyway into the sand with his toes. I'm Tommy Reynolds. Oh, my sister Jessie. Katherine nooded quickly. We come here in the summer. This is our first day this year, jessie's a year younger than you. She's twelve. I'm fifteen. Katherine watched him gravely. Do you come to this beach a lot? I asked. Every day, she said and smiled a little. Well, we'll have to be going along. See you some- time. Tommy picked up his towel and we started home. The next day I came down to the cove by my- self to start a shell collection. Every one in our class in the city had to find some project to work on. I was collecting shells. Katherine was squatting on her heels, holding her hand out to a sea gull. The bird came closer and closer. Suddenly it thrust out its wings and skimmed away. You frightened him, she said sadly. I'm sorry. It doesn't matter. She picked herself up, dust- ing her hands nervously. l have to find some shells for my science class, I ventured. I felt like a trespasser. The best ones lie under the tide marks. The sea leaves them there when it doesn't want them any more. We dug together in silence. Toward the end of the morning we stopped. My sweater was full of shells, pink and coral and pearl and chalk shells. Thank you for showing me. They're lovely, I said. They belong to anyone. You can have them the same as the rest. With a swelling of gratefulness I asked her to lunch. I don't think it would be possible. She looked at me oddly. Thank you just the same. I've newer been asked before. She lifted her head proudly. You'll be here tomorrow? And so our friendship stayed within the beach where we had first met. She never let it go further. Day after day I would wake in the morning and think of all the things to do in two short months. Yet, I would walk toward the beach . . . and Kath- erine. Even Tommy came sometimes, but for the most part, he played tennis at the club with his friends. I had friends too, of a sort. At least we said hello every time we met. But, Katherine was the only one I didn't feel shy with. More and more I spent my time with her and the sea she loved. She didn't seem to care if I came or not. She ac- cepted me. Mother asked at the beginning why I spent so much time, at the beach. She didn't know about Katherine. Somehow I never thought to tell her. Tommy had other things on his mind, so he forgot too. Summer went by carrying the sweet sadness that summers are made of at twelve. Katherine and I found many things to do in those weeks. We would build sand castles, digging furiously as the tide came in. To me it was just a game, sobering and deliberate, building, digging, piling, and patting until the sea ended it. To Katherine it was a des- perate, terrifying race. Her white face would stiffen until the veins showed and her breath came in great gasps. She dug, struggling for what . . . I shall never know. Often we climbed the rocks on either side of the coveg sharp, cutting, deceitful stones, so easy to slip on. There was a cave under one of the piles, only a hole at the top when the tide was higl When the tides were low, you could let yourself dowi. into the damp, stale-smelling cavern and creep oi all fours on the pebbly floor to the entrance. It hat a distinct odor of fish, but you could find jewels of all colors among the pebbles. They were only smooth bits of bottles. We had a treasure chest made of an old tin can, and kept them in it to count gleefully. You could drop into the cave from the hole, when the tide was low. Once, Katherine pulled me down with her on a ledge beneath the hole. How long would you sit here? she said. Why? I asked. The tide is coming in. I know. We can't stay much longer. No, I don't suppose we can.