Freedom Academy - Echo Yearbook (Freedom, ME)

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23 THE JUMP I took a little trip down by the brook, Just to see how everything looked! Looking towards the distance this way and that, It was as if winter was putting on a new spring hat Bare hills of brown and a sky so blue, It is about time winter was having a rendezvous! This brook, once covered with ice, Is singing merrilee. A robin this morning was singing in our Maple Tree, Up there, by the place I call the Bee Hive Hill, CCause the bees live there.J I hear the bees a-buzzing in the country air! The foot prints and sled tracks are fading and are gone Soon Spring will be singing a different song. In the far distance is the cawing of the crow. They're telling the world that spring is here, Cause they know. Yes, brown patches sticking out of the ground, And melting white snow glittering all around, With my dog beside me sitting on a stump, Winter will be sliding down, And Spring taking the jump. June Larrabee F. A. JUKE BOX Older and Bolder Clayton Giggey Don t Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes Robert Hotham Busy Little Busybody Bernard Wentworth I Want To Go Home With You Delta Fowler There ll Be Some Changes Made Sophomore Class For He's A Jolly Good Fellow Mr. Merry One of the Roving Kind Grace Black Almost Girls' Basketball Squad Take Me Out To The Ball Game Senior Boys lll Walk Alone Robert Gray 1

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left, he stumbled upon Martha, crouched on the deck, her arm still keeping the water from rushing in. He knelt and turned her body, but all too late! Martha was dead! I think, though, that she died happily for she had saved someone's life. And, today, on the shores of Lilly Lake, there is a grave with this epitaph engraved on the stone above it: Here lies our beloved Martha and each year the Vandergoulds replenish her grave with tears and beautiful flowers. You see, it took the life of a lovely woman to open the eyes of foolish people. I glanced at Judy to see if the story had left her sad, but she sat there amusing herself with a book. Well, didn't you like the story? I asked her. I didn't listen! she answered. You didn't tell me what 'superior' meant. THE FROG POND Up in the pasture and a little way beyond, There is a large rock by a small frog pond. I used to look forward every spring- A little pail I would bring- Walking up slowly beside the rock, So I could see the iiock, Of big frogs. But the big ones always seemed to disappearg But if everything was quiet, they would reappear. It wasn't them I really was looking for, It was the little polywogs, Sunning themselves beside the logs. I would scoop them up into my bucket, Homeward slowly I would lug it. Up everyday with the pail I would go, Swinging it high and swinging it low! Now comes summer's long hot weather. Then water in the clouds seems to gather. Then the sound of the croaking of the frogs That jumped in and out and over the logs, Would go away! They never came back to play Until the next year came around. Then again I would hear the sound Of the croaking of the little frogs, Jumping in and out and over the logs.

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24 Oh Happy Day My Jealous Heart The Girl Who Invented Kissing Don't Make Me Cry Again Setting The Woods On Fire In The Little Red Schoolhouse The Story Of Jesse James I'm In The Mood For Love Three O'clock In The Morning I'm Yours Keep It A Secret The Prisoners Song Kiss Of Fire I Don't Get Around Much Anymore Carleine Shibles Patricia Elkins Unknown Marlene Boulter Donald Maxim F. A. Students Jerald Elkins Maxine Downer Janette Cole June Bowman Paul McFarland English IV Claude Thomas Mr. Cosgrove Carolyn Cates 55