Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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POEMS FOR Till, MOLECULE Each year around April or there about, Junior and Senior faces all show a pout, Time for the ''Molecule is drawing near, And poems must be written, without a tear Think as we will, and rack our brains, You really don't know, but it's quite a strain To write poetry with a rhyme, Yet try to make it sound sublime When it's written, we have all sorts of illusions Cf grandeur and fame and never seclusion; But then it comes back, in all its confusion Red ink, black ink, and so it doth go, To write a poem, for you people to show. Polly Wright '64 THINK! A poem—what is it? Oh, I think. a piece of paper, Pen and ink. It doesn't matter If you're bright, As long as you think You can write. Anyone can write a poem! All that he Needs to do is think. Even I can—See! Carol Sweeney 64 I'M NOT A POET I could not think of a poem to write. I thunk and thunk 'til The Edge of Night . Then I awoks to the Brighter Day And hoped to find the right words to say. Then all of a sudden the Guiding Light Plashed by my window and I knew what to write: NOTHING! Darlene Greenwood .'64

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THS ACTOR 6 I hrvo s oup named AI in, no less. He is fluffy, white and full of zest! He became an actor one Fridry nirht- Put the audience in a rage to see such a plight. We oainted a. black streak down his back Yet he didn't much resemble a skunk for a fact. Mary Lou Richard '614. HOW TO WRITE A POEM Miss Dewing says, A poem today. I yawn and say, All Right i O.X,I I'll write a dilly, sonothing great. But now not even a line can I make! Right now I'm at my wit7s very end. So I'll find someone with a poem to lend. Laurel Stanley '6I4. TWISTIN' GRANNY I have a twistin' rranny She sure isn't canny. While some People think that she is rare Other's say she is no square One day in a rainy mist My dear granny started to twist, She twisued all o er the dov- one place It was all I could do to keeD a smile from, my face. Then with one fantastic tvrirl She twisted right out of the world. And that was the last I saw of my dendy- And the world's first twistin' granny. Madeline Fields '6)4. DAY AND NIGHT I love the day; I love the night. But which is grander in my sight? This problem, I have pondered lone. And wondered as tne days went by, Pnd then the ight; and with a sigh, I wondered to which did God belong. The day is bright with sun and light; The night is long with a quiet fright. I wonder, while in my lonely cell, Which one, day or night, is where God doth dwell. Robert Magnant '63