Milo High School - Breeze Yearbook (Milo, ME)

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POETRY THANK YOU MOTHER NATURE To Mother Nature I am so very grateful, For the many things she gives to me. I wish to thank her for the good she provides for me, Which helps me to grow healthy and strong. I wish to thank her for the trees from which lumber came, And from which my home was built. I wish to thank her for the air I breathe, And for the sun which shines so brightly through my window pane. I wish to thank her for the Helds of beautiful flowers, And for the rivers, lakes, and streams, which sparkle in the sun. I wish to thank her for the water I drink, And for the many opportunities she gives to me. Fo sum it all up in a few words. I would like to say, Thank You, Mother Nature. Isabelle Newman THE FIRST SNOW STORM IN THE FALL Oh! What a beautiful, beautiful sight, The trees and field all covered white. Snowflakes still falling clown, Quickly covering all the ground. In the distance we hear a duck's call Then we hear the echoes fall, Far off we see them in the sky, As far, far off they all Hy. And over the snow covered ground Creeps the night without a sound, The moon shines down on this pretty sight, Of the snow covered trccs and fields at night. There are joyful times at Hallowe'en XV ith its happy or spooky scenes, But the most joyful time of them all Is the very first snow storm in the fall! Edna Clark KATAHDIN Tall, majestic, high and grand, Mighty Katahdin makes her stand. Wildlife wander the full year 'roundg Over her quaint and ancient ground. It is said by our elders, who should know it seems, That this mountain receives old S0l's first beams. When rising in the morn and settling at night, He shines first and Hnal on this fair sight. Many trout inhabit her beautiful streams And deer in her forests prevail beyond our wild- est dreams. When looking northward and into the blue, This mammoth will pleasantly come into your view. VVayne Artus ' SNOWF LAKES Softly, silently, came the snow Down from the sky one night. Its patterns on the barren trees The streetlights were the floodlights As the snow came fluttering by. The ground was their ground to lie on, And they had for a roof, the sky. But soon they stopped, and the sky was clear, No more came the fluttering snow. But they left their mark as they always do, A blanket so white and so cold. Glenda Cowing A PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU VVhen the evening shadows gather After all my work is through I can't keep my eyes from straying To a photograph of you. There it sits upon my bookcase, just the way you looked that day. It seems it was but yesterday i When I first heard you say VVords of love that made me happy And made my dreams comc truc, But tonight I am alonc with just A photograph of You. Morton Hamlin

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16 THE BREEZE proved it by going to school all by him- self. This was the day Bobby was proud. Before Mom realized it Bobby was in high school, then entering college. He got his diploma at twenty-one. One night back home Mom was listen- ing to the radio and a news broadcast came over it announcing about the Korean war. She knew in her heart what this meant. Bobby would soon have to go in the service, and she would certainly not try to hold him back if he wanted to join to help fight for his country. Sure' enough the next morning she re- ceived word from her son that he had joined the marines. After a short time in the service he was sent to Korea. From then on Mom worried constantly. Bobby wasther only son. She prayed every night that he would come home safely. Bobby had been gone about two years when he was missing in action. Mom kept saying My son is safe in God's eyes if not in my own. Bobby was missing about a year when Mom received word he died heroically in action. Yes, Mom was sad but she realized that if it weren't her son, it might have been millions of other sons. He did die heriocally. She said another prayer for him leaving him to rest in peace by the Heavenly Throne. Edna Clark A MEAL AT A QUICK LUNCH COUNTER I'm sure that everyone at some time has stopped to get a meal at a quick lunch counter. lt often happens that during a day of shopping it suddenly dawns on you that you're hungry. So, gathering up your numerous bundles and boxes, you enter a department or five and ten cent store. At noon it often seems that all the seats are full, so you decide to wait until someone gets up. You lay your boxes on the floor by your feet, lean your shopping bags against a counter, get everything settled for a ten minute wait, and a group of three or four people leave. Grabbing up your packages, you make a wild dash for a seat, only to find that someone else got there before you. Finally you get a seat. By this time, the various fragrances and aromas have started your stomach complaining by a series of long audible groans, and your mouth waters spasmodically as each fresh whiff of food greets you. Several waitresses dash back and forth in front of you, intent on going in every direction but toward you. While you're waiting in the hope of getting your order right away, you watch each tray of food coming in your direc- tion, with a possessive stare. The bust- ling waitresses, the wonderful eclairs, the clatter of dishes and hurrying of peo- ple, all lend a particular atmosphere to your meal. Charlene Kelley

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18 THE BREEZE THE SOLDIER Over there amid the mud, the dirt and the slime A soldier stands with gun in hand, His mind alert, though filled with fear, For every tree, every bend, every slope Holds some unknown hidden danger. His heart is heavy, he thinks of home His Mom, his Dad, his sweetheart and friends. Then suddenly through the thunder of shells And the drone of planes, a stabbing pain. He gave his life that we might be free. Flora Brown FLOOD TIME First comes the wind, Then a little rain, The rivers rise high, And the land is in vain. The roots of the trees Are eaten slowly away. And the channel of the river Serves as a slough way The water becomes higher, lt Hows in no certain way, It crosses the land all about, And journeys on day after day. Now the rain has stopped, The rivers are going down, The land has new top soil But there is destruction. jack Horne MY PUPPY The wind blew back my puppy's ears, And filled his tiny eyes with tears. It blew his curly hair back straight And turned his whiskers into figure eight. It blew his tail out long and slim And made him look so awful thin. But through the tears in his big brown eyes, He faced the wind with mild surprise. He loved to sit there on the street And look at all the people's feet. He couldn't understand, no doubt, Why they all seemed to run about. They turned their backs, and closed their eyes, WVhile he watched them with great surprise. Why did they look where they had been, When he so loved to face the wind? Charlene Kelley SNOW The snow is gently falling. As it lights upon the ground A blanket of white is seen. Everything is covered all around. A footprint here, another there, Children on their way to and fro, Lightly covered with Hakes of white As they are playing in the snow. A drift is seen which we must wade, Like the drifts of life now left behind, And the many drifts yet to come. Though deep they'Il be, a way we'll find. Gail Van Dyne