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

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THE SILENT WORLD I am a stranger here This world is dark and cool Fish dart and plunge Weeds coil and float In a soundless, endless pool. I ' m a stranger here This world admits no sun Rough coral jags my feet Long tendrils brush my face I feel, I see, but strangely hear no one. Torquil Duncan, P. 4 THE SILENT WORLD The silent world is full of things Like Mermaids and Water Kings And Brilliant coloured little fish And the Mermaids have coral dishes. Laura Cameron, P. 4 There was a funny octopus Who thought he was Jesus on a cross Then a beetle came along and said he was wrong. Laura Cameron, P. 4 MY WALK I went for a walk one night. I went down our street and turned right. Not to leave my troubles behind. But to bring them along. And sing a song as I figured them out. I thought I should have done this, Or should I have done that. I thought of the future, What will it bring? Misery or make me king Tomorrow! (Today! Yesterday!) Are all part of my life whether I like it or not Michael Hawkins, P. 6

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THE GIRL WHO GOES TO THE RIVER One day a girl called Jennie decided to go to the river, she said to her mother please can I go to the river, and her mother said yes you can go but don ' t fall in. But Jennie didn ' t hear her mother and she ran off to the river, she went past her friends house and through the woods. She looked for a tree to hold onto as she looked at the river and looked at the boatsand she saw the birds. But she did not hold onto the tree. She could not swim but a nice man got her out and she said thank you and went home for supper and she always held onto trees. Susan Brown, P. 2 THE EAL AND WHALE Once there was a eal, the eal did not like his town so he went to the whale town. He saw so many new things and new people but one of the whales was rich and mean so all the whales were afraid of him so they kept out of his way while he ate the eal and after the dinner he licked his chops. The End. Paul Carver, P. 2 IN THE FOREST I am in the forest damp and dark, leaves fall quaintly like Mary Queen of Scot, Christopher Lee, P. 3 A SQUIRREL A young squirrel glides down from a tree, For the first time he ventures out of his nest. The wide world is full of wonderful things to see, And nature is now clad in her best. He has a grand time playing with new friends. Running around, jumping about among the fallen leaves. Night comes on and the game ends. He climbs back to his nest and a deep sigh he heaves. Herve Le Pierres, P. 5 PERSEPHONE Persephone in the dark veil, Standing there in the blinding gale. The wind is sweeping beneath he r feet. And death is in her eyes. Lorcan Fox, P. 6 THE ROCKING CHAIR The old lady rocks back and forth. At a comfortable pace. Her knitting needles click back and forth in the sunshine. The old lady rocks back and forth. BuffyRees,P. 6

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THERE ' S NO SUCH THING! ! There ' s no such thing, said Mr. Spencer to his class there ' s no such thing as a ghost ! ' ' After this he stomped out to the can. We ' ll have to change his attitude, said Russel it ' s getting violent. Russel was quite right because every time the subject of ghosts comes up, Mr. Spencer catches Hysterics. I have an idea , I said (I always come up with good ideas) . in every year that has a four at the end and the nights of the 22 and 23, a ghost haunts a room in our house, so I ' ll have a class sleep over on those days. And I ' ll invite Mr. Spencer and put him in that room. Everybody was pleased at the idea including Mr. Spencer. We didn ' t tell him of the ghost part. When we got to my house we set up camp in my backyard. And for supper we served hot dogs. And just before we went to bed toasted marshmellows and told.dirty jokes. Quiet I shouted and automaticly it was quiet when Mr. Spencer shouts out tonight ignore him. The whole class agreed. The first time Mr. Spencer screamed help my father and mother came running to him, but, the rest they didn ' t. The next day went smoothly and in the night we did the same thing. Quiet, I shouted and it was automaticly it was quiet tonight a group of kids will go up into his room and make friends with the ghost, and tell him to tell Mr. Spencer that there ' s such a thing as a ghost everybody agreed. So they told the ghost and the ghost told Mr. Spencer and now Mr. Spencer says there is a such thing as a ghost. Loraine Warner, P. 5 THE WOLVES Out in the Canadian wild, where the Rockies meet the plain, I heard the wolves a howling, over and over again. Their erie incessant call. Directed toward the moon in full Leave me the urge to go out there The call, the wild wind ' s pull. Next month I scaled the mountains. Up to the highest peak, Where snow danced all around me. Cold, wintry-white and bleak. My toil was soon rewarded. When the moon came out that night. When the wolves began the chorus. It was a memorable sight. Their proud heads held high To the windy sky They spoke with the moon it was clear, Their howling calls coming time after time is possible for me to hear. The sight and sound I shall remember until my dying day. But if you ever go to the Rockies, as the wolves come out to play. Listen and look with all your heart and perhaps you might see A very few of my memories Why the mountains called me. Chris Caines, P. 5 30