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

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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

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OAK LEAVES 1947 EARLY STORM' Red Apples Hanging stillg November wind Driving flakes of snow In amongst the branches, Mixing white with green and red, Fine particles of dust, Twirling, twirling on, Till they lose strength And peter Slowly Out. JEAN HUMASON, '47 WINTER IMPRESSIONS Snow On the ground Piled high- Pine trees In a stately row Majestic in their beauty- Shadows Come and go, Blue and grey and lovely. Grey skies Low, shifting clouds- Then in blurry whiteness Comes the storm Of winter. Ice Dark, sparkling Scarred by steel As sharp skates glide, Race, flash across the pond While high above the trees A lovely silvery moon Slides slowly upward Among twinkling Stars. 11 E. T., '47