Kelvin High School - Kelvin Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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.H Ks SECOND PRIZE WAR ' Come gaze with me upon a trembling realm: Her peace is dying; crushed by hate and greed Is love for fellow man. And lo; the seed Of war takes root beneath the hearts of men. The mighty monarch renders up his seat Before the tide of war and passion strong, While men of greed refuse to see the wrong In trampling peace and love beneath their feet. Why must we bow before deceit and shame Can man not cease to strive for wealth and power? The world has gifts—more than I can name, For those who work for peace instead of war. The pen and plough are weapons of the great Will man e’er come unto his own estate? Enid Clayton, R. 26. THIRD PRIZE THE LONE SKIER On mountain-peak he stands and gazes ’round, O’er slopes and cliffs, and chasms yawning wide, One keen last look, a push, he starts to glide; Swiftly he flashes over hill and mound, Against his ears he hears the shrill wind sound, With skill and luck he jumps and skims beside The rocky perils that the snow-drifts hide; One last long slope, his skis scrape on bare ground. Now in a field where grassy patches show, With shouldered skis he breathes the air of spring, Shy crocuses push up beneath the snow, Ahead he hears the quiet waters sing, As ’neath the tiny bridge they quickly flow Around rough rocks, where melting snow-piles cling. Ronald Bemister, R. 12. 16

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POETRY-SONNET COMPETITION FIRST PRIZE SONNET TO SPRING Spring’s dainty footprints mark the woods and hills With winding trails of yellow buttercups, From which each morn, the slender hornet sups; Shy crocus, whose bright heart a dewdrop fills Turns up her eyes and smiles by mossy rills, While sunbeams glow with kindling warmth of Spring; The blooming fields and sunlit woodlands ring, Their voices soft with happy laughing trills. The world from slumber once again awakes, The sun has melted fast the glistening snow; Now draped o’er all the shivering earth, a gown Of emerald green, as soft and smooth as down, Has spread in place of Winter’s crystal flakes, While cooling winds amid the wild-flowers blow. Betty Day, R. 35. 15

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hKs FIRST PRIZE — Illustrating a Canadian Poem Winnie Robbins (R. 14) SNOW White are the far-off plains, and white The fading forests grow; The wind dies out along the height, And denser still the snow, A gathering weight on roof and tree, Falls down scarce audibly. The road before me smooths and fills Apace, and all about The fences dwindle, and the hills Are blotted slowly out; The naked trees loom spectrally Into the dim white sky. The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound; Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round; In wood and water, earth and air, A silence everywhere. Archibald Lampman. 17