Oxford High School - Clarion Yearbook (Oxford, ME)

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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

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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 In the sprmg of the year we f1nd that nature IS rev1v1ng all llfe every where In the woods wlld flowers such as the sweet smellmg May flowers llght plnk or deep red ladysllppers are sproutmg and soon wlll be ln full bloom The trees bud and grow mnto beautlful green leaves that dress them ln llfe anew The ammals start st1r1n0 from thexr wlnter beds to rustle up some food to satlsfy thelr wmter s appetlte Some ammals like the rabblt shed thelr wlnter fur to recelve more for the comlng seasons All kmds offlsh Jump around ln the hlgh swlftly flowmg streams and are very plent1ful for those who w1sh to catch them Blrds come flocklng home to bu1ld thelr nests and raxse fa m1 l IE s Even crawlmg reptlles such as snakes seem to sense that It IS and w1ll be a glorlous and wonderful sprlng Onthe farms there IS the sweet smelllng odor of sprlng and everyone does h1s chores more wllllngly and wlth a llghter heart The women folks enter upon house cleamng w1th vlgor and make everythlng to harmo n1z.e w1th the beauty of nature The farmers go out to plow and cultlvate the1r gardens wrth hopes that thls year s crop wxll be plent1ful and that they w1l1make some profxt at harvest t1me The cows and horses go out 1nto the open a1r and k1Ck up thelr heels wlth del1ght Havmng been tn doors all wlnter they just can t help but show how they feel The plgs ralse theu- lltters of eleven or so and seem perfectly content Every th1ng seems to be perfect In the towns and cmtles there lsn t qulte as much Joy because most people have thelr workto attend to and don t seem to have tlme for other thlngs Stlll many people feel as though renewed Buslness men seem to be bustlmg w1th energy and even the crabby old rrusers are more po llte and actually spend as llttle money on luxur1es In school though no one wants to do anythlng That 1s probably the reasonwhythe teachers sometlmes say Oh I wlsh there had never been any season such as sprlng Marylyn Bartlett SCHOOL Such thlngs as wr1t1ng poetry Were surely not meant for me And when you ve frmshed readmng I m sure you ll qumte agree Flrst you thlnk of toplc But I ve thought and thought and thought Of b1rds and trees and flowers and such But my thoughts have come to naught Let s take the word school I ll start lt l1ke th1s for the the the or for IS lS L1s School a place we hold dear Credlt we work for all year Happlness school days brmg, Outlook for st1ll greater thlngs Onward, the goal for us all Learmng, Loyal, and Lord Conme Da vms '54 0 Q - I ' O . . . I . i i . . . , . . . . I . .. . ' . . . , . . , . , . . . . ,, . ' ll I ! , . . . I I ' I 1 l 1 , rv ,ll I , . . . I S' . 1 9 C- is ' I' . H- is ' ' O- is ' ' O-' f ' .