Oxford Hills High School - Dreki Yearbook (South Paris, ME)

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YOUNG LOVE Free as a river Howing in spring, warm as the sun of June, innocent as a new born babe. That's what young love is. Innocent as the dew of summer, moods versatile as circumstance requires, fragrance sweeter than flowers in bloom. 'Tis said to be momentary - a thing of little value. Yet what right have we to judge the lives of others, when ourselves we confuse? Damned and torn yet still thriving, as unfairly judged by me as by you That's what young love is. 156 Patricia Miller

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TO RIDE A BUCKING HORSE A bucking horse, a bucking horse, to ride a bucking horse They tie him down and tickle him VVith pins to free his soul. With loving caresses and brutal shoves they force him to a peak. Then out he goes all hot and full a bucking mount to be tamed. The cowboy hangs on, he spurs his mount, he tugs the rope and pulls at the brass ring. And now he goes down, he goes, to throw his torturer, but yet not to let him escape. He reels and turns, and twists and bucks, then on the top the final dash. Then soft it is all over, the horse is still, his course is run, for now he is done. But, yet, he may buck again for a bucking horse is always a bucking horse at heart And to ride a bucking horse is the greatest thing a man can do. Tom Marcotte 155

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A TRAGEDY OF TRACK AND FIELD I put a shot into the airg It fell to earthg I do know where. Now this will tell my tale of woe, It bounced upon the coach's toe. . . Next time the javelin I hurled, His scream was simply out of this world. He hit me! Do you think that fair? All that I did was part his hair. . . When next the discus I did try, I struck him just above the eye. I He chased me round about the track, And warned me never to come back. . . A rest is what the coach needs now, He- overheard me anyhow. I said it just so he could hear - Don,t forgetg there's always next year. . . Rex Waite 157