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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we OAK LEAVES 1947 ON A LONELY HILL? The sun beat down On the old man's back, As he sowed the seeds From a dark brown sack. He toiled by himself On a lonely hill, Where a stream rushed by A deserted mill. As he drew from the sack The tiny white seeds, They brought to his mind Past, regretted deeds. For the poor old man Was once young and richg But headstrong and bold He made friends with a Witch. He wandered about Year after yearg And ever at hand Was his greatest fear. Till at last he discovered This lonely hilly Just he, the stream, And an old stone mill. On this lonely hill He is doomed to stayg As the last of his days Pass slowly away. JOANNA VAN ORDEN, '48, 10