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

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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

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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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I WAS A SEED F LCATING I was a seed floating thru the air whose destiny was determined by the ceasing of the wind. My fate was to fall between a great oak and a maple tree which stood out in the large forest. With the help of God's environment I started developing into a young tree My roots sought the roots of the great oak But the oak was loving so she nursed me. I grew larger developing the pure ways of the great oak But now the roots of the maple are approaching mine and they show a greater nourishment And a Purer way. I fear for now I love the great oak but this trap caused by Satan is tempting. My fate is now determined by me with the help of a small twig of the great oak which has twined around' me pulling me from this hell But are we strong Or is this hell stronger? Wanda Pechnik 158