Monson Academy - Pharetra Yearbook (Monson, ME)

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A Dream It is night and since I cannot sleep I have risen and have gone out into the darkness for a walk hoping to become more rest ive Suddenly a strange feeling comes over me, and I am amazed to find that I am walking along the shores of a long endless body of water studded with hundreds of lone white crags and stumps The moonlight glistens on the musky water which is mirror smooth and covered with eerie shadows thrown by the endless twisted objects within it As I gaze astonished on the lake, a sharp cold fear overwhelms me and the strange brittle silence carries a dread ful foreboding At this moment to my astonishment, I perceive directly before me two beautiful little children playing dangerously close to the bank, which descends steeply from the road to the dark depths of water below They are a little golden haired girl and a boy of about six years of age, who are obviously playing with a number of little carts As I impulsively start forward to warn them of their precarious positions, the little girl suddenly loses her balance and falls into the water below I gaze terrified at the small golden head struggling so desmnsteky to remain above the water but I am unable to move to attempt to rescue her for swimming towards her from all sides are hundreds of little ani waters daring me to invade their domain My body strains to move, but fear and cowardice paralyze my every muscle Cold streams depths bubbles nlfying of sweat pour down my body as the child sinks into the and my horrified eyes are fastened upon the large silver which continue to rise from the spot, silver bubbles slg the life which is so swiftly ebbing away, and which my cowardice prevents me from saving' Still I am unable to move, but the little boy, who has been screaming on the very edge of the water, climbs frantically towards me, tugging at my clothes, be seeching me with imploring eyes' Unable to stand it any longer I turn and run but I can still feel the child pulling at my gar ments I can still see his pitiful little face and I run until I am so exhausted that I can scarcely stagger yet still I have not gotten out of sight of the lake' I sit down there and the tears stream down my face, for I realize that I shall never get that picture out of my mind It is so deeply etched in my brain, and my cowardice is so deeply imprinted in my heart and forget fulness will never come Armande Martel '52 I Dreaded Beautiful Death I knew it was suicide when I volunteered To a Russian tank alone I was sweating and swearing battalion After bidding my friends good bye, I wrote my and turned in my valuables at H Q I was given 15 try and destroy as I left our last letter sticks of dynamite and a special attachment that set them off by pulling a pin As I wondered off to get the tank, I wondered what death was like My stomach ached and I vomited as I heard the rumble that I knew carried my death mals--their greedy little eyes--glistening red-above the inky

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Slowly I saw the tank creeping toward me as I lay in the bushes I could almost hear it roar three phrases, Death is com ing! Death is near! Death is here! I shook myself and crept closer and closer The tank was about 150 yards away bearing closer and closer The ugly looking gun pointed almost at my head It's funny, I thought, that this man made machine is des troying so many men This machine has 500 soldiers trapped Five hundred soldiers and only one dared to volunteer! I thought of how I would be a hero write ups in my home town paper medals sent home to my wife and family! Again I snapped out of it as the tank roared toward me it had to be timed perfectly I had the dynamite strapped to me When I pulled the pin the tank would be blown sky high along with myself I gave a quick snap and rolled in front of the tank as I saw it near my body I was squarely in front of it between the lags I felt it creep over me and I pulled the pin! Now that's funny, I thought, nothing happened, then I felt wife kids friends school tanks soldiers and then of God, such a bright light was shining and there before me God This I knew now was death! The thing I dreaded most was really beautiful Paul Falconer '52 Sunset Do you ever stop, after a hard day's work, while you're walk ing home, or looking out a window do you ever stop to watch the sun go down? There is nothing more beautiful! The bright, vivid colors fade into soft, creamy, fluffy tones of pale pink, and blue, yellow, and purple The dark blue moun tains stand out distinctly against their colorful background Somewhere, on a ridge, an elm tree stands erect, outlined against the fading blueness of sky Slowly, the sun sinks a little lower and the colors change to a more orange glow deep here, soft there So often this scene brings a little touch of sadness to the heart as you think back over the day and remember the important things left undone, or perhaps you remember an unkind word which you have spoken to someone Yet, this scene may bring a surge of happiness, too, for you know that tomorrow is another day, and you are challenged to make each day better than the one before As you think these things, the sun keeps going down down down until it drops out of sight behind the mountains Then the world around you begins to get dark You sigh and turn your head Maybe a miracle has been accom plished, or maybe you have nothing to show for the day Whatever the case may be, you feel at peace, for you know that if God can make the beautiful sunset, He can do anything so that everything will be all right. Barbara Weymouth 'SS as though I was sinking-getting dizzy-thoughts of home-mother-dad-