Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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CHRISTMAS Christmas is the time of year When all the children are full of cheer. The tree-is as pretty as can be All fancied up so all can see. Even Mom and Dad do laugh with glee. Watching us decorate the Christmas tree, As 9ach Christmas day passes by, Each one of us heaves a sigh. Yet it seems so very clear, We scarce can wait until next year. Ruth Ann Magnant 67 ■k- •5;- ACEOSS THE LAKE Across the lake so they say, There's construction under way. They're taking down the trees, by gee. But this is work I'll pay to see. Some neighbors sav it's not good for us, So they are goinrr to raise a fuss. The campers will go into our woods. And shoot the animals we think are good. So let them argue, and let them fuss, Maquam is more like heaven to us. John Clark '67

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6 A TYPICAL CHRISTMAS Slowly falling from the sky. Little diamonds slowly elide. Each small and silvery like a star, Palling, falling frem afar. All is quiet in this tiny town. As the snowflakes glide to the ground. The sky is gray and the moon is dim. As the children wait for a glimpse of him. They wait and wait, till they fall asleep. And in their dreams, the dives do creeo. They think of bikes and walking dolls. And Santa creeping through the halls, At six o'clock the children rise. They hope to find a big surprise. With gleaming eyes, they scamper down. And not a one has a frown. As they await,their parents rise; All may hear the loyful cries Of Susie, Mary, John, and Dick, After the visit of old St, Nick. Rita Myott '66 S’ P.