Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute - Acta Nostra Yearbook (Guelph, Ontario Canada)

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Prize Junior Poem SCIENCE Science is a monstrous thing, From exploding suns To the emptiness of space. Science is a tiny thing, From whirling atoms To bacteria and germs. Science is a silver streak Through the empty sky, A bird of metal and noise. Science is a minute speck A transparent cell, Beneath some microscopes eye. Science is knowledge and thought. Science is seeking, A nd the rewards of seeking. -Garth Graham IXC K 1 Prize Intermediate Poem THE DEAD In many ways the dead are treated kindi They in their .senseless slumber do not know The frightened agonies of tortured mind, The sinister abyss of hopeless woe, The frantic fumbling of the lzuinarn race In constant search of one bright glorious prize. Why can the dead not raise their ravaged face And watch it turn to dust before their eyes? For life itself is only to prepare To meet the life that just the dead can seeg And only when we falter can we share The True, the only God and Deity. -Nancy Woods XD IN CANADA U where in this wide world to-day Do schtnrl-bells ring and children sing- So wild at play. and still so gay? Of course! In Canada. Although the world i.s full of fear lfroin all the sights of world by fights. Down through the years we hold no fears: II'e're safe In Canada. II'e see our valleys. cities. plains Through shining eyes-a paradise. I'Qt'l'f'll'lItlI of speech. the right to preach We have In Canada. O where in Gods vast handiwork Do tall trees grow and riziers flow So magically out to the sea? You know- In Canada. -Kurt Christie XIIC NATURE'S MUSIC Some folks like choir singing: Others a loud bold horn: For me this kind of music l.s empty and forlorn. just to hear a stream afrippling- As it flows to the deep, deep sea, Or to hear a bluebird singing- That's the only music for ine. And to hear a chipnzunk chatter, As it scanipers up a tree Ulhen the whole of IItllIlI'F'S singing- I'Vhat other music could there be? -Ruth Letheren IXB Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity. -Wordsworth.

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58 ACTA NOSTRA Prize Senior Poem THE LONELY ONE I liar' lzy flu' .wa And aflwz as I zvalfll ll. I sw' 'flu' .V7l'll5'l-IIKLQ' lzalk of a sllip Trarlging jnrflz. I zualrll As lllr' lilly lay l.s su'allazue'rl 'ap by my lll'l-glllillllf. Il gliflfax .vl0a'ly, Snlanlllly, Calling anrl .x'l1'1'i11g inla lla' U1'I'IlIl, lY!'T'I'l' Vf.S'llHQ, V A-1la'ay.s raorlcirlg, ll llllHllll'.V ml, on anal rm. -Larry .IU'llI'S XIIA AN OILWELL 1TIllXlll'UIlllllllg, IIIFIIKICTPIQ. blaflc. A-I ruffirrl. glllfl-IIIIX lmrsf of llama! A sirr'r1'.v .K'l'l'I'llIl1 reads flu' air. ,-I slfarlan' falls UYUI' tim rarllz, A snzalcz' rlnarl lfcgins to .sr'lllf', Tlm m1'11'.v rmslrils arf lrarnirlg. Nllqld falls, qalft relgrzsq alllfaaglz Tla' llf'k1'11.g' flames are rlanclng slill. Szuwvl valnz has fnllozued riot. -Libby Hilton IXC Y ,lui f, ,jf W! N. ,lk ,H x A , . .N lifw' 'P' 1 1 EEL fill ', 3-,ffrai A . ,H '- ' Yr 1,1 H-'mg f :I ffqkx, 'iz' -'KIT' ,Tn ' 4 gN Fr- xr. , 'lf gl gy 11 Afx. fy-gr! . f .-2 vi,-T j'.x . if fjgf ,ggix JMU, a l fp'g xg. i ' if 954- ..,4':H 5, Amr N, N L1 bn y ,fJi ,TfH+4.wk.,-x H... fv THE TRAVELS OF A MOUNTAIN BROOK CIl.S'I'lllllllg orfm' Ilia zaalr'rfall, Tllf' rlj2lI2ll11g brook ramf IIUZUHIQ ll .9fJla.xl1f'1l and gllrglra' ana' jllnzjnfzl alzoal, Tllrn Iu'i.s'l0fl mzmfl anrl Tflllllll. Il wnznzzl its Qlmrrx' wav along. Bl'lZl'f'l'1I tlle zfzlllvjd' zlavjl. 'l'l1m11g'l1 grassy ficflflx aml zmfarlaws wide, .-lml ammzg lla' lllUllIIlIIl.ll.Y .s'l1'1'jJ. ,-lm fl l111l1l1l1'zl along Ilu' lllflllllllllll xldes, T116 lfmnlf czzlrlrgwl anrl grczu. final Vfllflllllg fllf' 111n1n7fa1'11s llllgll and SllfI'll'3', As a river ll tl1'1l111lc'H'fl fill lllfllllgll. Farllzcr and farllmr on it 'rolled Tnzuanls llze walling sm. ll lmgan to swell and lmrsl zulllf pride, .-11111 lo ram' the frimzzlly lmc. ,-11 las! ll nfaflmfl the grml zmlcrzown, ,-12111 all ils 5126771 was game. The rlwm' l1l'C'llllI!' par! of tllis grffal vxlbanse Tlfal .vlrfflrllfd farrzfer 011. -Iiarllara Glamljield XD

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60 ACTA NOSTRA A LITTLE BOY'S PRAYER I went to bed with bated breath- It really wasn't fear, For I was just a little boy. A nd Christmas Eve was here. I thought of all the things I did, Through all the summer days: The windows smashed, the paint upset, Were all just little boy's ways. But golly whiz, I didn't mean To make the paint can fall: Gosh. Santa Claus, can't you forgive A little boy at all? If you can find it in your heart To leave just one small toy, Next summer time just wait and see, I'll be a better boy. Then sleep closed the small l1oy's eyes, The sandman came to call, A nd Santa paid a visit, But the boy slept through it all. The day dawned bright and cheerful, The snow fell slowly down, Two little eyes flew open, Two little feet flew down. Slowly he crept down the stairs, His eyes grew wide with joys, For there beneath the Christmas tree Lay heaps and heaps of toys. The boy knelt down in silent prayer: One little tear there was: He said. A Merry Christmas, God. .-1 nd you. too, Santa Claus. -Robert Fletcher XIE COUNTRY GARDEN Once on a warm mid-summer day I strayed into a garden fair, Beneath a sky of azure blue, With fleecy cloudlets, here and there, IVhile high amid the leaves, a bird In joyous melody was heard, And in the breeze the flowers danced IVhisp'ring soft of past romance. Reposing there on mystic seat, Content beneath ,4pollo's gaze, I slept awhile, and dreams so fleet Brought visions from those bygone days- Of days when grandmama was small And loved to climb the garden wall. In later years, a shy young miss Did greet her love with tender kiss. Now steps a lady tall and fair, T-'Vith hair of gold in ringlets tight. Her charms surpass the blossoms there, Her winsome smile. lzer eyes so bright, She wears a gown of misty blue With bonnet of a deeper hue. She breathed a sigh of hope forlorn :Is soft she treads the velvet lawn. I wake with a start, and also sigh Regretfully, and wish that I Had lived within those olden days, Renowned for peace and charm of ways. But this delightful fantasy Shall stay within my memory. So say I. now, as with a frown I hurry lrach to life in town. -Lorna Edwards XIIIB Acta Nostra Competition Winners ljudged by Prof. Carpenterj SHORT STORY: Senior-Nancy Robinson, XIID Junior-Robert Adsett, XIA POETRY: Senior-Larry jones, XIIA Intermediate-Nancy Tkloods, XD Junior-Garth Graham, IXC ESSAYS: Senior-Frank Sebestik, XIIIA Intermediate-Lois Waldon, XC Junior-Naomi Jolliffe, IXE