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

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OAK LEAVES 1943 REFLECTIONS FROM A HIGH CLIFF The bay is a motionless, blue-green sheet of glass. Clean white sand curv-es serenely in a crescent border far below. It is a radiant day with the sun's gold across the water. Fluffy white clouds drift over th-e blue sky as lovers to a dreamy waltz. Up over the horizon, with her white sails billow- ing in a light puf, appears the White Swan . She skims noiselessly to- ward the bay, th-en glides away, without a sound, as she had appeared. What a peaceful picture in a world of unrest and turmoil. P. NIXON, '44, ON TURTLES On sunny days, turtles are slower than usual, and scarcely have the en- ergy to even plod. I guess it's because they hav-e to carry their own houses wherever they go that makes them such lazy, lagging creatures. They're never in a hurry and couldn't be if they tried, they get places only because they don't have to go home, but can just keep dragging along stopping when they please. I guess they're sort of vagabonds always wandering but nev-er getting anywhere. , NANCY FARR, '44. ALL THESE I LOVE I love to hear the wind sweeping through tall pines, to watch the dark masses of storm clouds as th-ey rapidly devour the peaceful blue sky and to feel the beat of the heavy rain-drops as they fall. I love to listen to a symphony at times gloriously, deafeningly loud-in- toxicating me with joy and sadness combined, then fading away like a sunset to a part so delicate and fine that my heart leaps into my throat and chokes me with ecstacy. But what I love most is a horse,-a warm comrade, faithful, fearless and beautiful in his youth and might, a horse who feels your every mood, in whos-e deep eyes you can find sympathy and lov-e, a horse who greets you with -eager eye and quivering nostrils, always ready to be ridden and whose mighty power surges up through you, an intelligent horse who can pick his way safely along any dark trail. A spirited horse, eager for any- thing, his mighty heart not knowing fear. All these I love. S., '44. 22

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OAK LEAVES 1943 WHEN THE EAST GARDEN BECOMES THE SENIOR PROPERTY IN THE SPRING, THEY ARE ALWAYS NEAR THIS GAZING GLOBE. APPLE-BLOSSOMED HILL There is a holiness in beauty Upon the springtime sodg It blossoms on the hillside And lifts its heart to God. It stands in tender glory Alike to God's caress And slips across the hilltop In wistful lov-eliness. A. DIAMONDS Diamonds on the roof tops Diamonds on the lawn, Diamonds on the cobwebs In the fresh and early morn Diamonds left by fairies, By the goblins and the nymphs. Diamonds left to shimmer And to give the world a glimpse Of the beauty in God's heavens And the gladness in our hearts. HELEN MCALPIN, '44, 24