Lord Selkirk School - Maroon and Grey Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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THE TREE FIRST PRIZE High on a hilltop, stood the tree, Straight, majestic, for all to see, With arms outstretched toward the sky, Silently watching the clouds roll by. The sky in the west grew sullen and grey, And the tall straight trunk began to sway. A strong wind whistled and shrieked aloud, Carrying before it, a huge black cloud. A dagger of light leapt across the sky, To be swallowed up by the clouds on high. A blinding flash, a deafening crash, A torrent of rain, with wind like a lash. The storm was upon it, its fury unleashed, Clouds spewing rain, like a slavering beast. The hurricane force bent the tree back. The tall trunk split with a shattering crack. Battered and tossed by the storm so strong, The poor tree lay; its life was gone. Like many a man in trouble and strife. It could not stand in the storms of life. —DENNIS JOHNSON, XI-10. BABY SITTING SECOND PRIZE “There’s nothing to worry about”, Mrs. Jones said, “The children are quietly sleeping in bed. There’s cake on the table; make coffee or tea; I ' m not quite sure how long we will be”. I had just settled down in an easy chair, When I heard little foot steps on the stair. I turned off the radio and laid down my book, (The children should be sleeping, but I ' d better look.) Four tiny heads peeked round the wall, They were laughing and giggling at nothing at all. They spied the cake, to the kitchen fled, Brought out the butter, jam and bread. Betty was reaching for cups on the shelf, But knocked down the flour all over herself. The boys were covered in strawberry jam And one gav e the dog the Sunday ham. I sent them to bed and cleaned up every bit. Now, who said it was easy to babysit? —JANET HICKS, X-8. THE PINE THIRD PRIZE The tall pine bent in the evening breeze, Then stretched again to the sky. It stood above all the other trees A king, with its crown so high. It held up its branches in proud display For all the world to see. And even the grass, which beneath it lay, Admired its finery. The soft clouds cushioned its lofty head With arms so loving and white, They seemed to give it a restful bed And shelter from the night. The smaller trees looked up with pride At their King, in the dwindling light, And knew that, as long as he stood at their side, All would be safe and right. —LEILA MORTIMER, X-13. HONOURABLE MENTION Winter Walk . . . ... Sheila Ostrander, XII-12 Evening . George Pernsteiner, XI-10 I’m Lonely Pat Whiklo, X-13. 29

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Springtime At Grandmother’s (Tout ' d.) a slender twig, dance in and out of fresh green leaves on a stout branch or play tag with the merry sunbeams and breezes. It would be exciting to watch Mrs. Robin feed a nest of hungry babies. Then as suddenly as he had come he disappeared, bringing me back to reality with a start. I looked at my watch and was surprised to find it was only shortly after eight. Jumping up, I splashed some cold water on my face and then decided to explore the woods on the east side of the creek. It was a beautiful bright Spring day. My feet moved easily on the soft, winding path surrounded by fresh, green grass with dozens of crocuses and buttercups peeping through. A proud white rooster strutted across my path and in the distance I could hear the tinkle of a cow bell. The sky was a deep blue with an occasional fluffy cloud. I became more excited as I drew nearer the woods. From where I was standing I was surrounded by trees — trees, trees, all fresh and bursting with the joy of Spring. The tall, stately pines held out their branch¬ es laden with millions of sticky needles. The poplar trees’ leaves seemed to be hanging from a slender cord. The slightest breeze made them rustle like a t affeta gown. But of all the trees I could see, I loved the birch trees the best. Peeling a small curl off the beautiful white bark I marveled at its fragility. The Designer had done a most exquisite piece of art. Coming out of the bush, I ran down the small bank which hid the sparkling creek. It was always deeper in Spring. It was such fun to pester the crabs and make them come out from under the rocks. I also loved to sit on a big boulder and hold my hand under the water to watch the silvery minnows nip at my fingers. But I could never manage to catch one. I moved farther downstream to look at the falls. They were so fascinat¬ ing this time of year. The water fell from a distance of about four or five feet and then swirled furiously in and out of the bleached rocks. A big weeping-willow tree made the scene complete. That evening sitting on the veranda, watching the stars come out one by one, I felt sorry for people who lived in a country where they were too busy to enjoy Spring. As twilight melted into darkness and I turned to go inside I could hear in the distance, “Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill!” —SHARON SHUNK, X-4. THE PEACEFUL FOREST THIRD PRIZE EEP in the northern forests of Manitoba a peace¬ ful silence hung over a sleepy section of the dense woods. The tall, stately pines, with their deep green needles looking like spears ready to keep away any disturbance that might intrude upon their heavenly realm, stood out against the clear blue sky above the other trees. Below them, on the rich carpet of dead brown pine needles, played many small bush rabbits. These timid creatures, with their soft brown and gray fur and bobbing tails, felt perfectly safe from their menacing enemies. High above them, swaying in the softly rustling poplar trees, were the forest sentinels, the black crows. These riotous birds kept watch from their towers, and if danger came near, soon let all the tiny creatures below know about it, so they might scurry to safety. Near to the rabbits’ playground, a narrow forest stream scrambled noisily over its stony bed. Shallow rapids caused it to fall and send out showers of clear, rainbow-filled spray over the rocks. Drooping willows with faded colours, like tired old men, hung from the banks over the stream, as if trying to see their re¬ flections in the churning waters. Smooth, rounded stones lay at their roots, having been worn down by the rushing waters and tossed onto the crumbling banks of the stream. Kingfishers, perched in near-by bushes, sat in readiness to swoop down and catch any tiny fish that might be travelling down-stream with the current. During the warmest part of the afternoon, a very slight movement, like a shadow, could be seen through the bushes. A beautiful, nimble-footed doe and her two speckled fawns were coming to the stream for a drink. The doe was a tan-brown colour with large dreamy eyes which kept constant watch over her two small sons. The fawns, like all other young deer, were suitably adapted to their environment, as the many brown and white spots on their sides blended with the dancing shadows of the willows near them. A beauti¬ ful picture was formed as the three dainty creatures stepped to the water’s edge. This movement completed the tranquility of the forest afternoon. —THELMA FONAGER, X-8. THIRD PRIZE: Fish Story Arlene White, XI-10 HONOURABLE MENTION: Abandoned Farm -..Bill Tait, XI-10 28

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