Oakfield High School - Acorn Yearbook (Oakfield, ME)

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LITERATURE THE CLOCK Just see the clock upon the shelf, It always goes tick-tock . It cannot swim, it cannot Hy, It cannot creep nor walk. It has two hands, but strange to say, It hasn't any feet. But still it runs on day by day, It really can't be beat. It has no pencil in its hands, But still it marks the time, It has no brains within its face To reason or to rhyme. It never tires, but keeps its hands A-going 'round and 'round, Both day and night, and never stops If just you keep it wound. Now, boys and girls, be like the clock Be faithful to your task! Just mind your business all the time That's all the world will ask. Fern Shepard, English IV ..-.41-. FROM THE STUDY HALL My gaze to the window wanders And takes in the scene outside- The apple trees in blossom, And the greening countryside. I can see close by the railroad, With an occasional long dark train, Smoke from the stack is billowing As the fire is stoked again. I can see the street and houses, And the gardens filled with vines, And sometimes children playing, And washings on the lines. Afar are the crops and the fields- A patchwork of green and brown, Where the crops already are growing And where the plow has turned the ground I'm sharply recalled from my wandering The first bell ends my fun, And I'll be caught again today Without my English done! William Wilder, English IV 36

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LITERATURE CURSED BE YE MAN Cursed be ye man, For all your thoughts Of lust, avarice, and sin. Cursed be ye man, For all your faults, Your wicked minds, your grins. Does not that brain given you by God Enable you to know, That you were chosen by Him above To rule this world so low? But you heed not such thoughts of God, For pleasing to your lowly self Are things made not by God, but man- Things made to lessen toils of life. So, led unconsciously by greed, You let your gift'd minds be still, And, like the lowly, ignorant dog, Plunge freely into war and strife. Not even lessons of the past, Can sway your stubborn brain. And though you know it to be wrong, You let war come again. Cursed be ye man, For keeping thoughts Of lust, avarice, and sin. Cursed be ye man, For all your faults, Your wicked minds, your grins. Buddy Traver, English IV +1 WHY! Why is the earth so round and large, The sky so big and blue? Why is the sun so far away? O, how I wish I knew. Why does the rain fall in the spring, The moon light up at night? I cannot find an aqnswer Though I try with all my might. O, lots of things do puzzle me, And keep me in the dark, But after all-what is this life But just a question mark? A Senior, English IV 35

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LITERATURE AMERICA Be thankful you live in America Under the flag of the free, That the men who run our government Represent you and meg That though we have our wave of crime From which no land is free, We can call and be called by all A great democracyg That we can watch with bated breath Across the waters wide, And thank our God in Heaven That we live on this side. Jo Olmsted, English IV. ...T DICTATORS We read of dictators who wish for war Upon the weak, the helpless and the old, Treated like cattle on the hills afar, ' Across a conference table bought and sold. Children brought up to serve as cannon fodder, And fed on tales of hatred and of bloodg Until without a thought of wife or daughter They fight like dogs and fall into the flood. We see these nations tax, then arm and iight Until their people die beneath a load Of iron and steel, built to defend a right Disguised in propaganda, spread and sowed By spies and agents of the dictators Who hope for bloodshed, hatred, and for wars. Robert Maher, English IV L... I'D LIKE I'd like to be an engineer Of a huge streamlined train. I know that I'd have no fear But be competent and sane. At night I'd like to -ride the rails And see the moon shine brightg Along the shore I'd look for sails That travel through the night. I'd like to pull the throttle rope And watch the land stream byg I'm sure that I'd be filled with hope If I traveled fast on high. Verle Campbell, English IV. 37 o