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

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OAK LEAVES 1947 COOL FRESHNESSA' Blue Shadows on snow, Far distant mountains, Small, deep pools in coral shoals, Translucent glass in a New England doorway The Caribbean, A Norwegian fjord, And a duck pond underneath the willows, A fringe of morning glories on a terrace, Clear sky accented by bougainvilliag Eyes, Reflecting thoughts and telling tales, The flash of jays, The smoke of bonfires, River mist at dawng Mary's robe, And lights at Christmas, Scales on fish, A great heron stalking in a bayou, A soft room in summer, All the sights and beauty Held by distance, An everchanging misty veil of Blue. JEAN HUMASON 47 .li.i. . TIME STAYSQ WE GO? The winter sun sends pointed light that sifts Between anemic drapes and melts on walls Pastel from beams of other winter's drifts. Before the moonlight gleams and night recalls The day, a woman mellowed gray by time Will snap the final stitch as evening falls. She plucks a basting from her web, its time Of roses constant now. There is no need For bastings in a life that's passed its prime, The loosely looping threads of fragile youth Slide through the colored fabric of her life, Time pulls the final stitches tight, and truth Cuts the loose ends with its conclusive knife. HILDEGARD WUPPER 47 8

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OAK LEAVES 1947 g Liigiaizwf .Sq , , W Afs fm- f f I WISH I HAD THE KEYH: I wish I had the key to a sun-baked sea shore Tucked in a drawer of a cluttered-up chest, Then, when my head got too full of things that matter, I'd lock myself in, sit on a rock and rest. The sun would be hot, and the sand would be dazzling, The sea would be whispering behind small fans of foam, The sky would be polished blue, radiating color, Looking more than ever like a glazed China dome. There, sitting on a special ledge, my feet in the water, Catching now and then the breeze that tiptoed through the rocks, I'd think ibut not too muchh about how silly vital things areg In my mind, I'd dissect them, and place them in a box. Then I'd throw the box just as far as I could throw it, And when I, with a smile, had seen it sink beneath the foam, I'd turn from the ocean, with a heart much lighter, Put my key in my pocket, and walk back home. PAULINE STRAWHECKER, '48, 'liThcse tive poems won a place this year in the National Anthology of High School Poetry. The poems with double stars also won honorable mention. Congratulations to Oak Groves English Department and its poets, Two Oak Grove girls also won similar honors last year. 7

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