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

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OAK LEAVES FROM OUR YOUNGER PENS For For For We For For For We For For For We GARDEN PATHS where the blue bells bend, where the Wild ilag blows, where the river flows, my lady wanders. Down Down Down There Down the fragrant garden-paths Flanked with blooming iris, Past the blue forget-me-nots,- The lily's gleaming chalice. Oft adown these winding paths, Amid the dewy grasses, Wistfully my lady passes, Searching for her lover. In the moonlight, ah, my lady! She will find him waiting there, Trysts to keep with old emotions, There to meet my lady fair. C., Eighth Grade WE GIVE THEE THANKS all the flowers bright and fair, all the trees and forest shade, ponds and brooks and oceans, too, give Thee thanks. animals that roam the woods, birds and butterflies so fair, the, green grass and rocks and fields, give Thee thanks. mountains and valleys and houses, the skies and stars and sunshine bright, all the beauty of Nature's life, give Thee thanks, God of all! KATHARIN ANN DEWEY, Eighth Grade. 29

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TO A VIOLET Dainty little violet on your mossy bed, Why are you so shy? Lift up your head- Do you think that man would step on you, Or do you fear the drops of dew? Personified I see you sitting in a royal chair, You look very royal with flowers in your hair, Blue are your eyes as a foreign sea. Indeed, I wish that I were thee! Of all spring flowers you are best, You are far above the rest, You lead a life of isolation- But in your way you rule a nation. OAK LEAVES Peace is the example which to the world you give, You say that only by it can a nation live- You have a right to lift your head and let your colors fly, Oh dainty little violet, do not be so shy! B. Z. W. 28

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OAK LEAVES . AUTUMN LEAVES Autumn leaves all bright with red: Wherever one looks it is always said, What beautiful colors on these trees Swaying in the autumn breeze. The reds and yellow, the orange and green, Wherever you look they are always seen Casting out their colors gay,- Memories of a radiant day. HENEIETTA FARNUM, Seventh Grade. VISIONS It's raining hard today, But behind the greying mist I see the ghosts Of a sunny yesterday, And the shadows Of many a golden tomorrow. For everywhere That a wee drop falls A blossom of April blows, The heralds fair Of summers rare,- Spring flowers Pearled with dewdrops. STELLA CARVELL, Eighth Grade. ESCAPE Last night I dreamed a dream So wonderfully sweet That it has caught And held me fast- It lingers with me still. But when it flees I shall have forgotten All of it. STELLA CARVELL, Eighth Grade. 30