Oxford High School - Clarion Yearbook (Oxford, ME)

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WEATHER Over the hlll and through the woods On the whlte and dr1fted snow' These are pretty words flt for any poem Be the meter fast or slow The ldea IS that cold weather s fun Even at seven below Where elxffs upllft ln dr1ft on dr1f Thelr burden of snow and lee' More pretty words sung by a bard Who thlnks Cold weather s mee But I don t l1ke the rugged cllme Any better than rats or mlce I'll do my danc1ng 1f any And then I ll slng my song Where the skles are clear and cloudless And the sun shlnes all day long In the summer alr I'll make my lalr And bask out mn the sun' Jean Brett '51 THE WOODS As we were walklng through the woods One br1ght and sunny day The blrds were slnglng pleasant songs They were so brlght and gay The anlmals were playxng round It looked 'most l1ke a game The rabblts runnlng to and fro Seemed happy and qulte tame The flowers were so beaut1ful All standlng IU the1r rows W1th all thelr colors blendmg Formlng tlny ralnbows Paulme Phelps MY POEIVI Thls poem IS a lxttle short For I fmd It very hard To wrlte a poem of any sort Because Im not a bard But bear wlth me Tlll future years When I may fund the key Then I ll wrmte just reams of thxngs A poet Iw1ll be' And when I read my poems How proud I ll be of Me' Reta Jean Owens '52 II ' 1 ' - Il I I . ' ' I 1 H . . . . . t ' - uv . I . I . . 1 ' I ' . 1 1 1 1 1 1 . ' A I . 1 1 1 1 1 ' 1 51 1 1 I v 1 Q I ' ' ' . 1 1 I 1

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SPRING Spring is coming, fresh and greeng Snow gives way to soft brown dirtg The big storm door is replaced by a screen Robins sing and sparrows chirp. Brooklets rise and flood the dell, Then laughing, fall into the pool. Upon the hill we hear the bell, Calling the children in to school Boys are out with their bats and balls Puppies romp on the soft green floor Girls are talking to their dolls The season of seasons is here once more Francis Herrick 5 CANDY Candy is a delicacy That appeals to all But it s funny seems to me Tastes better where it oughtn' In class and study hall Patricia Mayberry HATS It's fun to go out on Easter And see all the funny hats Some look like real live animals Some abound with feathers Of red and green and blue And no matter where you go They would surely spoil your View Then you'll see a basket Held on with a piece of string Why not put on real live hens And really adorn the thing? Next is a mass of fe athers And my' it is surely fine But one wouldn t be a bit surprised If it flew away any time The ladies do feel so beautiful When they get on their head att1re But personally I think some hats Look worse than a house on fire' Jean Foster '52 . . , Z . ' D , Y ' t be . . ,5 And others resemble bats. I ' , '

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THE COUNTRY I lmke to l1ve IU the country Where ch1ldren can do as they w1sh Don t always have to look out for cars And there IS always a place to flsh I l1ke to gather w1ld flowers Along the country lane For they re pretty and smell so sweet Because of the Apr1l raln It s fun to rlde ID the country And watch the trees pass by I l1ke to watch the baby bmrds Whmch have Just learned to fly Yes I llke to ltve IH the country I rlde through It wlth zest But of all th1s land I llke dear Oxford best Beverly He rrlck 54 THE CHICKENS Sa1d the fmrst l1ttle chmcken W1th a queer l1ttle sqmrm I wlsh I could flnd A fat httle worm Sa1d the second llttle chxcken W1th an odd llttle shrug A lmttle brown bug Sald the thmrd httle ch1cken Wlth a sharp llttle squeal I w1sh I could flnd Some ntce yellow meal Sa1d the fourth l1ttle chlcken Wlth a small s1gh of grlef 'I w1sh I could fmnd A nlce grean leaf Samd the flfth llttle chlcken Wlth a fa1nt llttle moan I wlsh I could flnd A n1ce gravel stone Now see here ' sald the mother In the green garden patch If you want any breakfast Just come here and scratch Lawrence Klmball 53 I I a 1 I . . S , . . . Y I ' 1 . . . , ll ' ' ' IV . . , I wish I could find ' II . . , I, . . ' lv l , . . ' ll . . , , vu - - ' ll ll I ' 1 1 1 ! II l ll