North Bay Teachers College - Polaris Yearbook (North Bay, Ontario Canada)

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REBIRTH The season of rebirth is here, And at this time of year My soul is free, It is restrained by no man-made barriers, But'soars through heaven's heights As a lark in her ethereal castle. And then my soul discovers countless new universes And plummets through these uncharted vistas, I am free, free, free, I rejoice, I laugh, I shout for the worlds to hear, And my echo careens, reverberates from one planet to another. From my pinnacle in space's vacuum, I survey mankind through my cosmic microscope. How petty, trivial, are the worries and conflicts in which he is so engrossed. How ludicrous this miserable vermin appears, I-Iis foibles are the ultimate absurdity. Swarming, teeming bacteria. The season of rebirth is here, And at this time of year My soul is free. Spring zephyrs on a mellow spring day, Balmily blow against my face And stir my dormant winter limbs until The chains, the weights, the agonies that encumbered them Are cast off and fall lifelessly to the ground. Injected with a potent spring tonic, I am free now to fly with the wind, To raise my heart in song to the heavens, To shriek like a madman. I am free now, to lie on the grass in a wooded vale And to smell the good earth, The damp black earth which gives life to the living-- And refuge to the dying. For one fleeting moment I will be free And then, to my cell I will return, To be its inmate, for perhaps all of time. Susan McGruther Form 8 THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER Remember the early misty morns when shadows stretched with gentle touch across us both asleep. Time stood still and waited on us in those days: and nothing feared we in our youth. Remember the golden afternoons warm and lazy, bent o'er coffee cups together. We argued long and sometimes loud but loved the whileg and nothing feared we in our youth. Remember the happy hour we walked hand in hand, across the moonlit sand and laughed. The moon and stars smiled down on us. Time was oursg and nothing feared we in our youth. Two foolish children. We should have known that life waits not- it cannot, must not check its course for any man! How young we were, how much in love! Time slipped away- and took with it our youth and love. Susan Bamber Form I LOVE'S MYSTERY When asked to express her love for him She tried, she honestly attempted: It is sharing everything and more, It is missing him when he's not there: It is being proud of all he doesg It is happiness with streaks of sadnessg It is so very much that It is unexplainable ! But inside she knew. Linda Anne Lauzon Form 7 MEDITATION A breeze murmurs softly in the desert, where the warm sands shift and toss in restless slumber. And there, Far away- - my mind glides aloft with some winged creature, God-sent from the timeless bowers of Paradise. Here lies my body in this human labyrinth-- trapped tight within the curbs of custom and culture-- guarded only by eyes too eager to see, , , lips too quick to destroy. In silence, my heart beats to the flesh, while my mind uncovers long-buried secrets and walks in the paths of Kings. Marjorie Boyce Form 3