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

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K LEAVES 19 Vlay He above all else for b1d surpressrng The strong free sprrrt of proud youth But harken to our humble wnshes pressrng For Hrs rdeals Hrs Faith Hrs golden truth We first ask gurdance of Hrm who gaxe to us The very being of our hour HARVEST TI'VIE INI CHINA It was nrne oclock when I was sound asleep rn a hard bed ln a small vrllage rn Chuna Mom Carre to me and sard rn a low whrsper Marie I want you to get up at half past fixe tomorrow mornrng to help harvest the rr e I turned and srghed rn a lazy sleepy vorce Yes Mom then fell rrght asleep It was 5 30 I heard the cocks crow rn the drstance calling the vrllage to get up for rts work I rumped off my bed and dressed qurckly then trptoed to Mother s room and saw her wartrng for me Shall we start? sard Mom Right away sard I half yawnrng I rushed to the back of the brg wooden door Where the scyrthes and other farmrng too-ls were kept and took what was necessary for harvesrtlng Then I filled a bottle with water and we were on our way We walked among beautlful green hills gentle fiowrng brooks and deep the wrld flowers and the fresh healthy country arr When we arrryed at our rrce field l saw blades and blades of golden gr arns on the stalks that covered the field We la1d our tools down for a rest Our work began after puttlng on bamboo mos fhatsj to protect our heads from the brrght sun Mom hand ed me a scythe and gave me a signal to start work rmmedlately I obeyed and we worked under the hot sun for hours Every few ITllI1llt9S I had to leave Work and get a drrnk of water Mom knew rt w as hard work but we had to tinrsh rt before sunset Noon came Mom spread a brg DIQCQ of paper under a shade tree and we were ready for our lunch We had rr e salt fish chopped borled meat and creamed cabbage We contrnued our work after lunch When evenrng approached we st1ll had sexeral acres of field to harvest Vlom suggested that we lease the rest of the work for tomorrow Then we started to return home and ar rrxed rn the vrllage at eight oclock Mom prepared drnner whrle I was cleanrng After the meal was finished and the drshes were done I went to Jorn the xrllagers on the lawn w ho were tellrng lokes and stories whrle the chrldren played hrde and seek At the most enjoyable moment Mom called me to go to bed I sard good nrght to ex eryone and returned home to my bed to begrn my sweet dream where I left rt the nrght before MARIE LEW 56 13 O A 5 5 A V , v 1 . I 7 ' Y ' Y 3 7 ' v y ' L A Y . , Y . . V. . . . . . ,, . ' ' ' 7 I - Y I v . 1 ' 'gn lv ' ' 4, ' cc sy 'V ' r 1 9 y Z 3 . . A. Y. . i, . I Y . . v , . 66 Sl ' KK ' Y! ' ' ' ' 1 v ' ' ' . I , K. ' , . 4 Y I ' ' I .5 , . 3 X Y valleys. Mom and I enjoyed the music of the birds, sweet fragrance of I ' 9 U v V! ' 1 ' . Y t , , r- . ' W , ' l , ' 7 . 4 .' W ' y v - ' 1 ' f - ' . ': ,. , I ' r, v , vw n 1 1 ' , ' V . K , i . V ' v Y ! ,, ' , X' r . , ,

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OAK LEAVES 1955 COLORADO COD N TRY Lrghtly lrltrng laughter fills the a1r And from across the canyon lrghts begrn to shrne Trs ey enrng rn our mountarn haunt lrfe knoyys no care You choose your home Iye chosen mme Wrth zrther musr nothrng can compare And ballads murmured softly eyer nnc Songs yy h1ch rapture sorrovy loye declare You choose your home I ye chosen mrne Prtch prne burnrng smells the best As sound the vylnds among the uncut prne And here the crty yyearred find therr rest You choose your home I ye chosen mme Here lrfe moves smoothly garly past Here we know all that s good and fine No better earthly place I ask You choose vour home Iye chosen mme' ELIZABETH DOENGES 5 DAWN The shy dayyn trptoed through a sky Of yryrd red and mrsty grey And then she ran full speed ahead To beckon on the newborn day CAROLINE WILSON 56 ROSEIVIERIAN CONTEMPLATIONS AT the mentron of Rosemere I fill wrth yy arm antlcrpatron and begrn to but the best arr mattress here at s hool are so anxrous to get out and rough rt on hard boards md knobby rrattresses at Rosemere I suppose rt only goes to shcyy that no matter hoyy hard yye cultrvate and cryrlrze ourselyes the call of nature wrll alvyays be attrfrctrye lt s the anvnal rn us' But yy hether or not you agree yyrth me on thrs pornt there can be no questron but yy hat hosemerc rppeals to us all l fondly remember the long drrt road the horses take up hrll and doyyn yyrndrng, and turnrng through the forest and Gelds comrng suddenly to toyy ns and people first by burmng sun and then by twrlrght And at the end'7 The smell of hay the warmth of the old spac ous barn the con tentment of the trred horses And for the rrders from thrs peace they enter a gay yyhrrl of hotdogs records and magazrnes It s so grand to haye trme to do nothmg' Somehow the hours slrp quickly by In leavrng there rs the happiness of knowrng that It s been fun to last untrl you come agarn BETSY PALMER Io .Y . . . , , - Y . . . A ' I 4 . K . v , , - v Y - ' . . V .W I . V 7 f M . ., . , ' A, , . , ,, v . - , Y v ' -. Y ' . . . JA H , Y. A . Y v 9 1 ' 1 7 ' s . v I V, - 1 , A r l 9 V l ' r , Y h ' Z , ' ar. r r ' 1' ' . ,, l y' V' ' v 7- . y v Y l 7 v ' , , . wonder' all over again why it is that people who yvouldn't sleep on anything s ' I I 3 , ' ' D c ' ' 2 L . l v V ' . v . v V , . . , T' c . c -., . - v n tr c v. .K ' , 3 1 . ' - ' ' ' 1 z ' . . v 4 ' . W , ,', v , v. ,' r v D - r a S , l v . . I ', I i r , - I 7 v v ' u n . . 7 , V , U 7 ' ' ' ' . 1 X ' if YA YY . . Y 7