China Grove High School - Parrot Yearbook (China Grove, NC)

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The Parrot AUTUMN A cold, gray day, a lowering sky, A lonesome pigeon wheeling by; The soft, blue smoke that hangs and fades, The shivering crane that flaps and wades; Dead leaves that, whispering, quit their tree, The peace the river sings to me; The chill aloofness of the Fall— I love it all! WINTER A sheet of ice, the ring of steel, The crunch of snow beneath the heel; Loud, jingling bells, the straw-lined sleigh, A restless pair that prance and neigh; The early coming of the night, Red glowing logs, a shaded light; The firelit realm of books is mine— Oh, Winter’s fine! SPRING The joys of living wreathe my face, My heart keeps time to freshet’s race; Of balmy airs I drink my fill . . . Why, there’s a yellow daffodil! Along the stream a soft green tinge Gives hint of feathery willow fringe; Methinks I heard a Robin’s Cheer” . . I’m glad Spring’s here! SUMMER An afternoon of buzzing flies, Heat waves that sear, and quivering rise; The long white road, the plodding team, The deep, cool grass in which to dream; The distant cawing of the crows, Tall, waving grain, long orchard rows; The peaceful cattle in the stream . . . Midsummer’s dream!