Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

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10, AN OLD SEAMAN While I was on my summer vacation I went visiting some of the French fishing villages along the rocky shores of Nova Scotia, As I was staying at one such village one afternoonj my curiosity overtook me and I went roaming the narrow, crooked streets of the quaint little towno Soon I managed to find the harbour, for the town was very small. There, while looking at the ships, I spied a little man with a strange appearance. His fair hair shone in the glaring sun and his nose stuck out, looking as if it had been nailed on him. Although his clothes were very shabby he did not have a dirty appearance. The old seaman ' s mou had fat lipSj between which was a hand-carved pipe. While he was smoking that pipe his skilful hands were cutting at a piece of wood, which was beginning to look like a fishing vessel. To cover his Cad, jolly cheeks was a heavy beard, and every time he laughed his plump belly shook and shook. When he looked with his beady eyes into mine and said, Are you lost or som ' thing, son? he enchanted me with his gruff seaman ' s voice. But having told him where I came from, and what I was doing, I then walked home again. P, Dickson - Age 12.9 RUNNING HORSE Past the houses, past the gate, Over the hill and around the tree. Around the hedge, over the logs Without the cart he runs so free. Past the farmer, past the house, Over the track, over the fence, Past the children, past the trough, Into the woodland ever so dense. Now the wind leaves his face At a slightly slower pace. Now he stops, and looks around. Now his ears have been robbed of the sound. John MacLaohlan - Age 13 4