Oakfield High School - Acorn Yearbook (Oakfield, ME)

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LITERATURE AND WE When God made this World, He filled it with fiowers, fishes, forests, fertile lands To be used as we would. When God made the World, He gave it beauty counterbalancing the drear That we should not be sad. When God made this world He gave us trees in contrast to the grass To overcome monotony of levelness. When God made this world., He gave us night to end the long, light day That We might rest undisturbed. But we-we have destroyed the flowers, fishes, forests, fertile lands And we-we have marred the beauty of the earth And we-we have made plains of once treed, heights And we-we have lost intended rest by staying up at night So now, we beg, plead, cry For lovely things we have destroyed By lowly whim, fancy, and greed. Josephine Olmsted, English IV. ...,, A PARADOX Yes, students all have a queer Paradoxical feeling toward O.H.S. We hate it, And we love it. We leave it in speedy flight, And return to it Just twice as fast If we've been long away. We loathe our workg We're lost without it. Teachers are a pestilence. In summer time We miss them 'Cause We don't see them every day. Yes, students all have a queer Paradoxical feeling toward O.H.S. Robert Wright, English IV. ?,, BUT OH! The Tale of Two Cities'-Dickens Macbeth -Shakespeare That is What we read when seniors. Dickens-docile. Shakespeare-intricate. But oh! To be a senior. Marie Lesso, English IV. 40

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LITERATURE I LIKE OUR SCHOOL I like our school And all its crude and simple waysg Its functions and facilities, Unfaltering in building minds And bodies which will be alert and wise. We have no swimming pools, of course, Nor other things which measure luxuries. But what we have, we utilize To fight and back with all our pride. I like our school. Yes, I like our school. We undermine its value, sure, But underneath we're all sincere. We're grateful for its living past, Which built us up to where we stand, We're grateful for its everlasting strife, To make everyone work with all his mightg And when end draws to close as all must come, We're gratefully sorry for not having better worked For the hope our teachers so individually built. I like our school. Vito Jacobbi, English IV. 1,1 LIFE Life is a bridge of woe- Suspended between birth and death. Life is a bridge of happiness- Constructed by perfect workmanship. Life is a bridge of calamity- Entangled by the rush of modern living, But every life is precious. Life is an avenue of cheer- Free from the evils of humanity. Life is an avenue of sorrow- Cursed by the wrongs of the sinner. Life is an avenue of faith- Dependent upon those who are capable, Because every life is precious. Life is a path- Widened by the expansion of knowledge. Life is a path- Bumpy and crooked before years of experience have improved it. Life is a path- Winding and endless until death, But every life is precious. Rowena Hoertz, English IV. 39

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LITERATURE WAITING Waiting, waiting, waiting, For the flashing lightning after the roaring thunder, For the sprinkling of raindrops as a dark rain cloud appears, For more fortunate hours to replace the lost empty ones, For the return of courageous sons sent to the front long agog And as crisis after crisis develop in the dictator countries, we Waiting, waiting, waiting. But for what? No one can tell us. Mary Angeles, English IV. E., LINES OF FREE VERSE We dwell in beauty. Our homes are surrounded with nature's wondersg The shining stars peep out on moon-lit scenesg A glowing sun turns all the sky to red, Yet people's minds are morbid and dull, They cannot grasp the wondrous glory. A senior, English IV. 1.4-1 STUDY! If we don't study, A small amount of honor, A small amount of pleasure, A small amount of confidence, A small amount of influence, A small amount of capital, A small amount of knowledge, We will gain If we don't study. Josephine Panek, English IV. lg-.. A STORM The wind comes thundering Through the trees Like a lion pack hunting down its prey, Roaring and growling with all its might Until the trees and grass All bow before its strength. Then comes a calm, Followed by a gentle rain To quench the thirsts of nature And cool her parched and dusty lips. Robert Maher, English IV. 41 are still