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

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OAK LEAVES MEDITATION-ON WRITING A POEM I sat, and sat, and sat some more, I leaned on my elbow and looked at the door, I bowed my head and shut my eyes, I covered my mouth and smothered deep sighs, I drew little circles and squares and lines, I stared at my dress and counted designs, I looked at the teacher and then at the clock Which seemed to look down to disdainfully mock. JUNE FRAZER, '38. SORROW He cried because the sun Had found a cloud to rest behind. He wailed because the day Was dark and drear. He bemoaned his fate b-ecause his love Had found a truer friend. He wept, and because of the sorrow Of the present-the light of the future Flickered and went out. ELEANOR IRELAND, '40. i. - MY GARDEN I planted a garden once, long ago, And I patted the earth and loved it so, And I knew that the sun had kissed the seeds, And nightly the star-elves plucked the weeds, Then the moon's tears scatt-ered from out the sky And a blossom opened its little eye. It was most surprising coming that way- Just out of the darkness into the day! I planted a garden once, long ago, I planted it so that wee buds might grow, And now it is crowded with all summer brings I think it has millions of fairy things. A FRANCES CORNELL, '38, 26

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OAK LEAVES GIRLS AND COSTUMES FROM HAWAII-BUT NOT A GENUINE INDIAN MID-NIGHT FOLLIES The moon sails o'er the sleepy land, Bright stars are twinkling in the skyg Light breezes dance a saraband, While aspens murmur a lullaby. The frogs are singing in the fen, The fireliies are bringing light, And all is gay and blithe again Where moon-elves frolic all the night. ARLETTA THORPE, '40 VAGABOND SOUL My soul is a Vagabond wand'ring Which soars to the top of the worldg It bathes in the dew on the meadow And hears the first song of the lark. It lives on the music of brooklets, And climbs to the thundering clouds, Then finally spies a bright rainbow And slides on it far down to earth. LOUI 25 SA SHELDON, '39

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OAK LEAVES SUBWAY TRAIN The great black dragon Roars on in the dark, With its two bright green eyes, And its sides all aglow with a yellow light Gleaming forth from the curving sides. But though a dragon in movement and shape, And though it often spurts fireg It's a friendly beast To the workers and poor Who toil in a great cold city. APACHE TRAIL DOROTHY ROBINS, '38. With the beat of hoofs on the pine-strewn path, And the jangle of bright steel bits, We go galloping on- ' Down the winding trail All orange and yellow and red. With the neigh of a horse ringing through the air, And the .snap of breaking twigs, We canter along- Down the sun-striped path All orange and yellow and red. LITTLE BROWN HAT DOROTHY ROBINS, '38 My feelings for you grew stronger every day, Little 'brown hat. Although you are tow and shaggy and I shall keep you always, Little brown hat. unfit to wear, Fond memories you bring, if one day in Spring When we were caught in a showerg A gallant young man with an umbrella quite grand Is now our lover forever. 27 BEVERLY J OH NS