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

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THE MOON The moon is silvery, shiny, and bright, High up in the heavens like a fluorescent kite ; The moon comes up at early dusk, And shines in the sky like corn in its husk; The moon has a husband who shines in the day. And little suns and daughters that like to play ; The moon may look beautiful from way down here, But it doesn ' t look too nice when you get too near. Mark Russell, P. 6 A SUNSET The night is coming, the day is ending. The sun is slipping beyond the horizon. Clouds pink, purple, and blue go sailing by; Yellow, orange, and red light up the sky. At last the light goes out. And in its place a twinkling star appears. Buffy Rees, P. 5 WHAT IF. . . What if moles played trombones? If elephants played French Horns? If zebras played the Zithers? If a pair of walruses played the drums? What would you do. . . .? Have a parade. William Roscoe, P. 6 SOMEWHERE ELSE All the way home, I kept wondering how I was going to explain this to my parents. I had to go back; I just couldn ' t leave him. Trees, swords, and fighting men raced by as I galloped back to the cave. Having secured my horse, I fought my way to the place where Daniel was unconscious. Picking him up, I took a detour out of the cave to my horse waiting behind a clump of bushes. A great banquet awaited us. We were eating our fill when a guard ran in and cried, Hurry! Make haste for the castle is under siege. For a moment we were stunned. Then we all rushed to our places remembering the danger. Soon the clap of metal rang through the castle as the swords met in combat. On the battlements, I was fighting for my life with an enemy. I was almost falling over the side. A quick slash to his side and off he fell, jabbing me in the leg in the process. After my wound was bandaged I went to the court magician who sent me to my world. Now, walking home how do I explain my absence, my dagger, and my wound? Christopher Caines, P. 4 SUN Golden shafts of sun flash Like long stretches of gold. The air seems golden; It is day Duffy Knox, P. 4

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Prep School Literature THE KING OF THE BEASTS The King with his golden mane, His bite can bring great pain. The King! The King! Make room for the King ! The jungle ' s animals sing. His roar is great As he fights for his mate. His head is held high, And the women just sigh. The King of the Beasts, When hungry, he feasts. He ' s brave and he ' s bold; He ' s fierce, I am told. Jennifer Badley, P. 5 THOMAS ' CLASSES Thomas sat there twiddling his thumbs Unable to do his long division sums. History he was failing, English, behind he was trailing. In Geography he was fretting About the bad marks he was getting. But in music he was ahead by far; Of the music class he was the star! Nancy Mingo, P. 5 STORM When the wind blows hard Against the window pane. You know, of course, You ' re in for a storm. When the rain beats hard. Against the door, You know, of course. You ' re in for a storm. The door sort of speaks. While the window rattles in the wind. They tell you, of course, You ' re in for a storm. If you ' re in a ship. Or maybe a plane. Watch out; You ' re in for a storm. The storm has bounds. You know, of course. But if you hear these sounds, You ' re in for a storm. Michael Dickey, P. 5

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MY PET MONSTER Do you know why I am so happy today? It is because I am getting my pet Brontosaurus today at the pet shop in Scotia Square. He is ninety-five feet high and weighs fifty tons. The only trouble is he is so big, and it takes so much food to feed him! I have three friends that live down the street. Their names are Danny, Peter, and Philippe. Danny has a pet dinosaur, Peter has a pet tyrannosaurus, and Philippe has a pet pterodactyl. So my pet Brontosaurus sure does have a lot of friends. I am going to have many problems with my Brontosaurus. Such a problem was trying to get a collar for him. It took two weeks for the collar to be made to fit around his neck. Then I had a terrible time getting him in city hall to get him registered. He almost knocked the whole building down. Then the time came when I had to keep Bronto in the house. It was a very hard task and Bronto was very sad. It was very difficult to domesticate him. But he soon died of hurt feelings. It almost broke my heart when he died; now I don ' t have my little Bronto. David Linton, P. 6 FLOWERS Some flowers have a beautiful scent; When others do not, you prefer to have went ! Marni Berall, P. 5 SUN The sun. Bright, strong, brilliant, Full of vitality, Warm and bright, A gift for growing In bright yellow fingers, Reaching out with laughter and life. Lisa Steinberg, P. 6 TOYS Toys are just a pile of junk; You play with them once and then you are sunk. Fools go and buy them like you and me. They don ' t work at all as they do on TV. You play with them once, and they break right away. You take them back and they say, Go away ! Toys are bad, they are just a sin, So if you find one, throw it in the garbage bin. Roderick Ruhr, P. 6 LOOK AT SIX EGGS Look at six eggs in a mockingbird ' s nest. Listen to six mockingbirds Flinging follies of 0-be-joyful Over the marshes and uplands. Look at songs hidden in eggs Rajeev Khokhar, P. 4