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,

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A NOCTURNAL TRAGEDY As the purple sunset died on moorland, As it died o ' er rock, and hill and crag. As the moon rose o ' er the gentle woodland. Mine eyes beheld a lonely, dying stag. With lifted eyes it gazed unto the heavens, And saw a sweeter land, a land on high. Then breathing hard and fast, its muscles tightened, And then relaxed to die, - Stuart Campbell L? THE SEA The sea comes in. And swallows the shore, The sea comes in, With its tidal bore. The foam, as it licks The grassy land; The ripples that Come in hand in hand. Die on the sunlit shore. Now that the tide is in. In all its splendid glory, It begins to go flowing out again, To tell the same old story. - W. A. Black. MY PET The little green turtle that lives in our house, He ' s not very funny, he ' s quiet as a mouse, With rocks for his bed, No place for his head. He sleeps more than I, in my soft little bed. He does not complain, he ' s lucky you see. His shell will protect him from rock and from me. - D.A.Hoadley L4