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

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THE TRAMP Slowly down the street he walks; he trudges on, he never talks. The fine rain drizzles down his back, As he walks along with his heavy sack. To the shack outside of town. He trudges, wearing a frown, To think about his sorry state And how he lives in a world of hate. Is this a life of boredom, dear? Living alone in endless fear? Is it worth it to have each day Bring more sorrow and more dismay? - W. A. Black. THE SEA If only I could go down to the sea And just see the waves coming to me If only they woixld be horses and hacks I might be able to ride on their backs. The white rolling waves coming inward to sand And the great big green rollers that look so grand But it ' s all just water, all covered in salt And my old mixed-up grandmother said it was malto — vJohn Grace,