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

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OAK LEAVES 1949 EVENING RIDE I love to ride in the evening On my dappled mare of gray, Letting the wind run wild through my hair, Lending myself to her sway. I always ride in the orchard, It's so quiet when day is done. And I dream the dreams that were kept all day For this ride with the setting sun. SHEANA WOHLFORD, '49. FOR THE MOMENT How sweet to listen to the whispers and the echoes of the forest! Myriad murmurs of melodious woodland harps in harmony All follow ceaselessly the thunder of the rushing, pounding water, Which, cascading down the mountain, lends its volume to the music, And by rhythmic splash and fall conducts the sylvan symphony. How sweet to walk along the beach in that still hour after sunset, When the fiery red and gold have ceased to tint the quiet sky, When looking far off to the pastel -shades that feather the horizon, A strange sadness makes me quiver while a soft, caressing zephyr Brings from distant, unknown shores the song of lovely Lorelei. O Life! To breath free and exultant on the ruthless, cragged summit, The tantalizing, fragrant air of rosemary and pine! To be a goddess for the moment, in that spaciousness rejoicing! Here lies Power for philosopher-musician, painter, poet- And in each of these I find myself, but power-all is Thine! PHYLLIS TAMPLIN, '51 SUMMER ROMANCE I heaped up leaves enough to make A fire of all that fell today, And stood there, leaning on my rake To watch the summer burn away. The days curled upward, thick and blue And glided 05 between the trees. I saw my every thought of you Drift upward, carried by the breeze. SHIRLEY BROWN, '49, 17

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OAK LEAVES 1949 SPRING Once again, the heavy curtain is drawn back and Spring returns to the center of the stage. In the faint, early morning, the hills are silhouetted against a glowing golden backdrop. The trees suddenly shake themselves out of their lethargy and put out buds to meet the flecked sunshine, while the bulbs push hurriedly to freedom. Soft, delicate breezes swirl across the valley, rufiling the young buds on the branches of the trees. Pattering showers leave the woods moist green citadels. And over all there spreads a Warm aura of sunshine, and wind, and air-spun clouds. LINDA ZANETTI, '50, AMERICA TO ME America to me is a land of rich promise of freedom for all. In America there are no shortages nor rationing and no long waits in line to obtain needed articles. The stores are well stocked with items that would make the average European gaze in awe. Classes do not exist. The executive's son and the gardener's daughter may attend the same public school, faculties and student bodies work and play together. The American can attend any church he wishes. Almost every sect on earth is represented. He makes friends with those he worships with and those he meets in clubs open to all. His child has a right to education. From kindergarten through High School education is free to all. A full college education is open to brilliant students who win scholarships. America does not consist of comic strips, automats, and inventions, but of freedom for all, opportunity to youth, and happiness in the future-that is American to me. GUNNEL STERNER FROM STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN. K. , V . Y 'i' ' l I A, wg? rm! l x ,,.. 9, E -' 'X' . it 7, , 249 , I' A. vi 1 I l 'Vim-5. 19