Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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OAK LEAVES Bull, after having known and loved you we have come to realize that it is the finest things of life which last and above all we know that nothing is more inspiring than the real lady you have constantly portrayed for us. NATALIE SMITH, '30. Heaven's azure lidded roof Is very high above, But heaven's blue in muddy pools- Why even I may love! E. H. R. ..il.11.-1-.1 THROUGH THE PINES Tall pines are silhouetted black against the western horizon like the setting for some giant Wagnerian opera as we look at them from between the overhanging trees of our lovely North Road. Above the topmost branches, the afternoonsun is sending great shafts of light against which the pines stand out in dark relief. Far in the distance, we see the dimly outlined mountains between the trees and above the horizon are the bril- liant orange and deep red clouds that flame about a golden ball just sinking behind the blue-grey hills. Suddenly the western sky becomes illumined, palpitating, gorgeous behind all the pines and to the very center of the heavens as though defying the shadows of twilight that are creeping among the little trees. The western sky is a blaze of scarlet and our pine grove outlined against it with picturesque pine boughs are Nature's own magnificent way of painting the Oak Grove colors, Scarlet and Black, across the western horizon. Tv. THE SUNSET The trees stand dark against the evening sky, And through each swaying branch there shows a cloud, That nature paints with rainbow colored dye, While all the world, its praises sing aloud. The setting sun like fire beyond the hill, Proclaims the perfect end of this glad day, And in the distance trills a whip-poor-will, Which puts our hearts in tune with his sweet lay. RUTH WHEELER. 19

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OAK LEAVES transparent yet reflecting depths of untold feeling, touched the silver waters and was lost. It was a tear of Diana, Goddess of the Moon, shed in distress at the memory of some old but tender sorrow. ..l. THE GYPSY CALL The wind is calling, calling, The wild Wind and the sea, And there's a tugging, tugging In the gypsy heart o' me. Oh, but I must be going, The clouds are scudding free: And they are calling, calling, The white clouds--and the seal K. M. R. ,l...i.i.l-l- POPPY O red, red poppy, I love your very flamboyancy, Your daring, And your utter independence. You are glowing, Burning, flaming With your youth,- You are beautifulg Ah! you know it,- And, without a tremor, Face your God. M. T. C. -1 A TRIBUTE TO MISS BULL Our hearts were heavy when an accident this winter interrupted your wonderful work at Oak Grove and suddenly made us realize more keenly than ever before what inspiration you had given to us ever since you came to Oak Grove. Your living appreciation of literature and magic power to instill that appreciation in us have made us love literature in its finest expression. You have shown us the beauty of words-words that are not used merely to express thought, but which suggest beauty of color and sound. Your interpretation of poetry has opened the door into a realm of music that will .enrich us as long as we live. More than this, dear Miss 18

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I WALKED ALONE I Walked alone Upon the hill, OAK LEAVES A wind-swept, cold, forsaken hillg And looked aghast At hardenedwpines I That bore each icy blast Without a sighg I shivered, And drew my garments closer still And plodded on. GERTRUDE PARK. 20 l 1 l .