Kingfield High School - Abram Breeze Yearbook (Kingfield, ME)

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26 me ABRAM sneeze WINTER I think the best time of the year, ls winter when the snow is here. The children love to romp and play, Deep in the snow on a blustry day. To the older folks, it's not such fun, But when it's night and day is done, They sit beside the fire's glow And tell tall tales of long ago. Lewis Brackley '50 SPRING FEVER W5 spring time and the birds return, The buds are on the trees, lt's spring time and your heart will yearn, To follow the birds and bees. lt's spring time and the snow is gone, The wind blows through the trees, lt's spring time and you hear the song, Of the robin in the breeze. Ronald Meldrum '50 THE RACE The horse was running hard and fast, The race was almost done, But soon another horse went past, And then the race was won. The people on the side did cheer, They shouted loud and long, They said 'twas the best race of the year But they, l thought, were wrong. Maybe you think that this is fun, But I do not agree, And when l get this ballad done You'll see no more of me. Ronald Meldrum '50 TI-IE WIND 'Twas all upon a winter's day. The snow began to dance and play. The wind did whistle in the trees As scraps of paper flew with the breeze The house tops rattled loud, and shook, As the wind swept down a nearby brook The telephone poles did start to sway, As the snow and wind continued to play Ronald Meldrum '50 0 'f 'W Nv Q I ' ' ' 1 L If

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THE ABRAM BREEZE 25 and threw weird light about the room. As I was lying there thinking, I noticed my watch slowly slide off the table and disap- pear. Quickly I got out of bed. The candle flickered and went out. I lit it again and this time it went out instantly. That dampness came into the room. The dog barked wildly and then dropped upon the floor. All at once I saw it-a green man, all bloody and slimy-standing be- fore the fire. As I was looking at him, the fire slowly went out and lights flashed about the room. I felt ra cold hand about my throat and I grasped at it, but it -.vasn't there. I struggled and kicked but it still choked on. When I had almost lost con- sciousness, the hold lessened and I breathed once more. The fire came baclg to life and the candle again lit up the room. My watch was on the table, but it never ran again. -. .I gathered up my blankets and the dog and went home. There I found my servant still frightened. The next day I went down to the club and told my story to the boys. They laughed and pinned a Iiar's medal on me. A Richard McLaughlin '49 TWO WEEKS OF MY SUMMER VACATION lAs Recorded in my Diary! June I8 School closed today and what a relief! Now to sleep and sleep and sleep. June I9 What a rude awakening! In comes my mother with a smile saying, Weeds are waiting. Who invented weeds anyway? June 20 Sunday! June 21 Same as Saturday- pig weeds! Well, the pigs can have them. June 22 At last, I graduated today. No more weeds, iust witch grass. June 23 It rained today but no rest. House- work, and I stress the work, was waiting. June 24 The sun shone brightly and my face shone iust as brightly with sweat as I made my way back to the garden patch. June 25 Went to the house for water and what did I find? Two little cousins waiting to be entertained. Oh! well, anything but weeds. June 26 I Cousinly love is a wonderful thing but how far can you stretch it? My good cro- cheting all taken out! June 27 Cousins went home today, it being Sun- day again. No more cousins No more tots No more fishing for their - - No poetry in me- iust relief. June 28 No rest for the weary. Dad says the berries are ready to pick. June 29 Again rain, and this time canning ber- ries. They will taste good next winter, however. June 30 Hot! You could fry an egg on the porch. Wanda Bradbury '49 THE SUMMER RAIN All along the meadows And on the grassy plain, You can hear the patter Of the summer rain. It fills up all the rivers, It fills up all the nooks, It makes up bigger rivers Of all the mountain brooks. When the rain is over The sun comes out again, And everything is sparkling Just like a pretty gem. Dena Vose '50

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