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

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OAK LEAVES , , YT, EPISODE It was merely a smile, a comforting hand, a kindly word- And it happened so long ago. But yesterday as I felt depressed, alone, I wandered into the wood. The playful brooklet smiled at me, And the graceful willows comforted me, The caroling 'birds sang their songs to meg But it was merely the thought of That smil, the comforting hand, and the kindly Word That lighted my heart. 22 ELEANOR IRELAND, '40.

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OAK LEAVES SHARING I want to share with you So many thingsg The splendor of the ocean's Bluebirds' tiny wings, Frogs singing by a road, Firelight, A wee ant's heavy load, Peace at night, A friendly spaniel's bark, Sunrise, The clear song of a lark, Fireflies, Daffodils, bending in a row, The hum of a bee, An untouched field of snow, The roar of the sea, I Want to share with you So many things, blue , All the beauty, old, and new, That friendship brings. GOD IN MY HEART I would sing of the World's beautyg And yet it is not I who would sing- It is that within me which is not myself, Which is greater than I can be, And yet which is more truly myself Than all my littleness. It is the light of the universe, Refiected in my soulg It is the rhythm of the world, Echoed in the pulseJbeat of my heart. It is not I who would sing- It is God in my heart. 21 E. W., '38 E., '38

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OAK LEAVES IN A PULLMAN The miles slip away beneath me, The miles filled with silent houses In which the hurrying millions Are for a moment hushed in sleepg The roaring streets of the city In which the hurrying millions Feverishly seek for pleasureg But what are miles? I live in the room of my heart, The room lighted by your eyes And warmed by your smile. The hurrying millions fly pastg But I care not, Except to pity them for a moment - You do not live in their hearts. W., '38. MOONLIGHT AT LANAIKI A cool, sweet breeze is blowing across the face of the Pali whose great smooth precipice stands as a bulwark to guard the island folk from the onslaught of the ocean waves. The one-thousand foot sheer drop makes it seem as if ia giant with a huge knife had sliced off the mountainside for s-everal hundred feet and left it smooth. An eerie feeling of emptiness and strangeness runs through the veins of the spectator as he recalls the tragic tale the native Hawaiians tell concerning the Pali. When the famous King Kamehameha, who lived on a near-b-y island, came to Oahu he was so impressed by its wild beauty that he determined to make it a part of his domain. The natives of Oahu defended their homes valiantly but they were eutnumbered and as the battle went on they were driven back into the mountains. Finally, they were driven to the very edge of the Pali and made their last desperate stand until King Kameha- meha and his warriors drove them over the Pali where they perished as they fell to the rocks a thousand feet below. Only a few Oahuans lived to tell the tragic tale of their brave comrades when King Kamehameha conquered Oahu. But tonight there is nothing melancholy about this scene of ind-escribable beauty. Near the edge of the windswept bluff, little clumps of mountain grasses bend to and fro, seeming to dance in time with Zephyrus as he lulls them with his song. The trees stand like sage old sentinels guarding the site of that ancient battle while the wind is crooning a lullaby in their 25