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

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OAK LEAVES 1950 HAVE I TIME? At nine twenty-five the five minute bell rings, And I still have just about six million things That have to be done in the space of five minutes, So I'll leave them and say, In the morning I'll do it. LUCIA NoYEs, '53. FROM MY WINDOW During the day the view from my window is beautiful with the new snow everywhere and with the evergreens bending under the soft loveliness, but the day is hardly anything compared to the picture I see at night. As I gaze from my window the world is in darkness all except in one corner where there seems to be a great shining mirror with fairies dancing over it. Lights cast shadows in every corner making it seem even more like Fairy- land. The music of a Strauss waltz is floating past my window, making the scene even more like 'Fairyland It is a Moonlight Skating Party! JOYCE KETCHUM, '54. MOUNTAIN MAJ ESTY The majestic rise of the beautiful blue mountains overshadows a shallow glistening brook which goes quietly along, bright and clear, until here and there it pauses where a tiny dam of drifted weeds and water grass causes dark patches in the little stream, even as the never-ending stream of life flows gently on, interrupted by a few dark moments. As the little brook winds on its woodland course through the lush green isles of forest, it comes presently to a limpid pool nestled far back in the mountains. There is a small abandoned red mill on the opposite bank where gay men once told stories of their former adventures in the north woods. The trees hang like a canopy around the scenic spot where they seem to be guarding from any intruder who might happen that way. It is spring and a few wild ducks that have paused from a flock that flew northward recently now sit quietly in the water like petals on a Japanese lake. They seem to wonder Why any- one has dared to come to their pond, and indeed this secluded, quiet place must now be for wild life alone for how could man, in the hurry and strife of the present day, keep the true peace and silence of this mountain glory. ALICE NOYES, '53. 26

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, ,b gi, ,. , A ,ww ., ol.-A-ska.-+-udibnidlwa.-ieil . .:.- ...' , OAK LEAVES 1950 TWILIGHT The lake lies shadow wrapped, Misty and blue, Slim trees bend over it, Shining with dew. The wind goes dancing by- Hush! Can't you hear How it goes singing by? Twilight is near. YVONNE BRET, '52, MY LOVE My love is in the far-off hills She runs a-wild and bold, My love to seize is out of reach, In vain I'll try 'till I am old. My love has blue eyes dark and deep, Her high sweet singing taunts me 5 I love her, yet to no avail- Her soft warm memory haunts me. She rides upon the whistling winds She dances in among the treesg Amidst the storms and sleet and rain Her graceful being swims with ease. I sit alone to watch my love- A far-off pleasure to me denied. Her laughter echos from the plains. How cruel of her from me to hide! CAROL KRUEGER, '52. MY SUNSET I call it my sunset because I felt that I -was the only living person on this earth. It was like a fairyland. The glistening beach beneath me wet from the pounding surf which lay just ahead, the ocean was rough from a recent storm and the waves dashed upon the beach. The Sun was sinking slowly and as it moved it traced a golden pattern across the green waves. Then, as if by magic, the billowing clouds gathered to make a slow white throne for the approaching sun. As it touched the waiting clouds they were transformed to a golden throne where the sun set like a king proud and grand. As the sun rested there, all things seemed to stand still, the pound- ing surf, the crying gulls and the battering wind. All seemed waiting for something. Suddenly their expectations were fulfilled, for the sun and all the surrounding earth were flushed with a glow of beauty as the sun slipped below the horizon bringing the calm and sweet repose of night. ELISE PITKIN, '53. 25

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OAK LEAVES 1950 IN T n .F3f l, 1 5 3 ,sy LIGHTER fe ,W vi-:IN AN EVENING RIDE The horses were saddled already to ride We mounted our steeds to start, To ride down the trail midst shadows and trees Where the eerie ghosts did dart. One by one we cantered along Singing and joking together. When the heavens suddenly broke with a clap Making a change in the Weather. The rain came down like a tidal wave full, But never we changed our routeg Out by the mill and up to the tree For apples We did loot. On getting our fill-the horses' too- We continued our rainy ride On down the North Road We did come Trotting side by side. Over the field to the riding ring Followed one by one Doing antics beloved by girls, That only We could have done. After our fooling and prancing around, Back to the stables for all, To unsaddle, unbridle each our steeds Put each to bed in its stall. L. M. R., '50 27