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

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OIAK LEAVES 1950 ANOTHER NIGHT AT SEA 1 To That Which Is Real and Which Makes a Fool of Sciencel If I might rest again upon the sea, Lie stretched full length along the captain's deck And kiss the south wind curling 'round my neck And sink into a dreamy lethargy And float in pools of stars and reverie And follow fast that graceful, shining treck That curves across the night, and watch each fieck Of burning gold unfold a mystery, Then souls and hearts and all the universe Would speak to me, and the majestic swell Of silence, and Infinity's vast spell Would hail the thoughts which men of science curse. Then would return each strange lost fantasy To teach me of its deep reality. PHYLLIS TAMPLIN, '50 MY C-RI-MSON TREE I saw a tree beside a lake, Its foliage crimson hue, With leaves that floated to the ground And on the water blue. I gazed upon this beautious sight And knelt on bended knee, To hail the gracious presence of A higher deity. MARTHA STEELE, '51 SEA BREEZES The bow dips into the sea, The white spray cools my face, The seagulls are chasing me, The clouds resemble lace. The breakers are chafiing the rocks, The cold winds howl with glee, On the door of my heart something knocks, Asking to be set free. My boat groans with delight, The waves smile, pushing us on, Everything in the world seems right, The cares of the world are gone. 9

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OAK LI-:Avlis 1950 My thoughts and dreams were full of glory All sorrow fadedg joy reigned supreme I was living my childhood's fairy-story, That childhood which I was ready to leave With all the care and shelter of home. Was there a pathway opening for me? Or was I but destined to strive and roam? And so a misgiving came to my mind. I could not believe, though I longed to, That the world would always be so kind So fair, so free, so full of hope. But soon those questionings faded away, For the day was so happy and gay And I was happy and young. That new dawn is now and we are here. This glorious moment of youth and spring The golden gateway, is open and near And even though we cannot know What lies beyond, we enter in, Our work, our plan, our life to begin. It is springtime now, the mild winds blow Over fields that we are going to plough The flowers have budded, an angel wing Has touched the earth, and waters sing. They give thanks for beauty, glory and light Which is too brilliant for human sight. This light in us also is glowing And I know not if this be dreaming, But dreaming and waking I wish it might stay This day when we are happy and gay When our hopes and fears take wings When in our hearts triumphantly sings A forward march of spring and youth. SIRPPA LARRA 50

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