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

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OAK LEAVES 1950 OBSERVATIONS ' I saw a restless butterfly Go flitting thru the light Such lovely wings had she, and oh! The freedom of her Hight! I saw a dark-robed moth pursue The watchman's lonely light I pity moths, they never know The beauty of the night. PHYLLIS TAMPLIN, '50 MOONLIGHT 'F The moonlight gleams upon a lovely hill Below which yellow fields appear to flow As breezes blow the tall grain to and fro. The scene is peaceful-darkness, calm and still Through which shine moonbeams, gleaming down until They touch the gentle hillside far below And cover all with soft and silvery glow. Now through the stillness comes a whippoorwill His quick notes calling out that all is wellg The world is softly blanketed in night 'Twas several hours ago that darkness fell And over all now shines so soft and bright The gleaming rays which cast a peaceful spell, That silvery gleam, the full moon's magic light. HELEN MCKELL, '50 TWILIGHT ' The hush of eventide has fallen now And swiftly over grey fields it does steal, A distant calling voice breathes, Come and bow And seek the source of what they heart doth feel. The infinite now is urging me to roam Beyond life's empty shell and seek the source Of sunset's splendor beyond the utmost dome My thought now strays, - a bark's uncharted course. What rules the universe and who is God? A spirit hidden, or being like ourselves? Who holds the right supreme of ruling rod As we His mighty power to all proclaim? These thoughts do come in quiet close of day Of Maker, Universe and Man's own way. EILEEN AMEs, '50 . .'Tl:e puefnx marked were arrepted Ibix year for publiralion in the National High Srhaol Anthology Y g Amfrira Sing! -Oak Grare'.r fifth romerutire year of bazfirlg at lean fire rboten. 13

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OAK LEAVES 1950 BY THE SEA 't The sea, the mystic sea, is calling me Its plaintive cry is music to my ear, A song that binds me to eternity A voice across the miles I love to hear. In reverie my thoughts do now return To times I walked that desolated shore- I opened then my heart without concern Why can I not abide there ever more? The secrets that are hidden in the deep Spring from her bosom and I seek them out, The olden tales of men that do there sleep Are flung from roaring waves which loudly shoutg And when my troubles I do tell this friend, A peace of mind rolls in, my woes to end. CONSTANCE DOWNS, LINES ON THE SEA 'k When long ago I first stood by the sea, And watched the heaving waves come rolling in A sense of deep fulfillment came to me, A peace that lifted me beyond the din, Of tossing breakers, windswept spume and spray, Beyond the sight of waters, crashing, spent, To sands that stretched for endless miles away. And when at quiet dusk the sea was lent The gentle radiance of the sunset light, The waves caught up by magic in that spell Did scarcely stir and seemed to wait the night, As also I, with thoughts that all was well. And so beside the ever restless sea, A sweet and tender peace did come to me. LINDA ZANETTI, EVENING ' In the deepening evening sky I caught A glimpse of blue of our Lady's robe. Through the gathering dusk there was, Her loving smile shining on our globe. I thought, In a pink-edged cloud a cherub hid, And the first star twinkled in the coming dark. On the quickening breeze Hoated an evening hymn: The night was ushered in by a lark. 15 '5 '5