Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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THE STORK 5 POETRY CHRISTMAS IS NEAR The snow is falling in great big flakes Out west around the Great Lakes. Many cities and farms are all snowed in Piled over with white like flour in a bin. With winds blowing at a great rate The snow is drifting like waves on a lake The drifts are so very high That cars and busses can't get by. No lights or electricity for heat; Not even a paper to sell, nor anything sweet; Elevators stuck above the street; Few people can find a place to eat. —Betty Barnum, '51 As Christmas day is drawing near, Christmas songs you shall hear; We soon shall have our shopping done, For later it just isn't fun To find the stores like an empty chest No gifts to suit our friends the best; The stores already have begun to trim, So their store windows won't be so dim; On the streets are lighted trees so bright -- A very pretty sight at night, Especialy if the ground 1b whit e. — John Stanley, •52 THANKSGIVING DAY POOR HE I'm writing a poem as you may see, Trying my best to please thee, I am thinking and .thinking with all my might, Way along in the windy night, And now I'm sleepy and must go to bed, So olease forgive me, while I rest my poor head. --J. Benjamin, '53 Thanksgiving Day is here once more Everyone is happy and gay- Never has there been so much fun before As on this Thanksgiving day. The children will all play together While mother cooks the turkey brown The men will chat about the weather As in the parlor they sit arounl —Nancy Chaffee, '5

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SKATING ON ICE I love to skate on the ice, When it is smooth and nice. When you fall down and hit your head, Sometimes you are laid up in bed. But I still love to skate on ice, When it is smooth and nice. Some are so fat they fall right through, When they come up they are almost blue. But I still love to skate on ice, When it is smooth and nice. —Joyce Ellsworth, '53 SNO,,rFLAKES SNOW, SNOW AND MORE SNOW I get up in the early morn, To see the swiftly drifting storm. And I go to bed at night, With the ground all covered white. The Holidays will come and pass, But still the storms will come and last. And on and on as the years go by, More snow keeps falling from the sky, —Alfred Columb, 1 As we look out of our windows. On a bleak November day, There are snowflakes softly falling, From the sky so far away. Slowly,•slowly they come drift- ing, Softly falling to the ground. And as we watch we seem to see Them dancing all around. When at noon, the children blush- ing, From their rooms, they come rush- ing, To the drifts of fallen snow, Where they'll play, as we all know. —Betty Raymond, '52