Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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PLOWING SNOW Lti- oi.j r.igAt I hud to go plowing, -i-o ii iow was blowing and the wind was howling. What time I would get home I did not know. The visability was bad, with six fe.=t of o . As the hours rolled by I became v;ioy tired. But I couldn't stop because I would oe fired. For thirty-ono hours I plowed snow. Now when he asks me I just say Noll] Gary Benjamin '6? FALL The leaves have fallen No whispering trees. The gold on rods have withdrawn No buzzing of the bees. The doer, they struggle for life. While men hunt them down. The doe may live Yet the buck must die. Then comes the snow And all left is the crow. Your fingers freeze While walking with the breeze. Wo mumble and grumble But what is more beautiful Than good old Vermont In the Fall, Wanda Gokey '68

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