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

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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

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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 SHEPHlERD'S THOUGHTS The sky was dark, and the night was cold But a star showne in that sky. Two shepherds stood upon a hill, And- spoke their casual thoughts. One grumbled-what was life- The rose he picked had thorns. The other smiled, and thanked his God: The thorns he picked had roses. ELEANOR IRELAND. Why must I stay at home, I, who long for life? Why must I be safe and sheltered, I, who would face 1ife's storms and tears Strong and proud and unafraid? Why must I be held apart from love, I, who would answer love's strong call With gay and fearless giving of myself? Why was I born, awake To the songs and silences of the world, Alive to all the tortured beauty of the human soul? I feel, and may not know, I see, and may not touch. Life's treasure lies almost within my grasp- Why must I stay at home? ETHEL WENTWORTH. A star peppered sky, A shadowy moon, A velvety sheen on the sea, A wavering pine Like a becoming sign Is calling and calling to me. N. G., '39. 28