Riverbend School for Girls - Vox Fluminis Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Page Thirteen VOX FL UMINIS The little birds are full of glee, And flutter and twitter merrily. The buds are seen on the lilac trees, While the earlier flowers wave in the breeze. Once more the happy brook ripples along, Singing its own little sweet, spring song, Little lambs scamper over the green, And happiness everywhere is seen. All of nature loves the Spring, Who brings them almost everything, The gentle breeze, the rain, the sun, It showers its gifts on everyone. -Monica Cave, Grade VII. . SKATING Don't you just love to go skating on a frosty winter day, When the, snow is all a dazzle with the sun, When the rink is such a maze of colors bright and gay, And every single person full of fun? Here a girl does figures, tracing eights and threes, There, three boys are trying fancy jumps, Now a youngster falls and bruises both his knees, Fancy skating causes many bumps. T Whirling, jumping, gliding, round and round they go, Balanced on their keen-edged blades of steel, All the time they are laughing and chatting with faces aglow. Don't you think that skating is more fairy-like than real? -Alison C. W'arner, Grade VIII. SI J 'ETAIS RICHE Si j'etais riche j'irais en Europe et en Asie pour voir les gens etrangeres et leurs pays. je voudrais parcourir leurs chemins et habiter leurs villes. faimerais beaucoup parler avec des jeunes filles et des gargons d'autres pays. Quiest-ce qu'ils font? Vont-ils EL l'ecole? Qu'etudient-ils? Quels sont leurs plaisirs? je suis tres curieuse. je sais qu'en France, en Italie et en Allemagne ils sont presque comme nous. Mais les enfants de la Chine et du japon, je crois qu'ils sont tres interessants et si j'etais riche, je leur ferais une visite et peut-etre que je pourrai partager leurs chagrins et leurs plaisirs. -jane Nicholls, Grade XI.

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Page Fifteen VOX FLUMINIS u.-..--..-...................... ........-...-......-.-.-.....-.-.....-.....-.....-..-............... ......-............ un ' I U I THE OLD STREET In the heart of the city, The old street stands, Its grey dry bricks Made of ancient sands. Its soft still face Has a wise old look, It shelters small creatures In many a small nook. I walked down this street, Not hearing the sound, Of a modern day's life In the world, all around. But I lived in the splendour Of the days gone past, Which the old street experienced And had shown me, at last. -Mary Bull, Grade X. REVERIE This world of ours is a wonderful place, But to each one it has a different taste, To those who are happy it shows a bright face, But 'to those who are gloomy its beauty is waste. To some of life's children, e'en the stars are a boon, But to others they're merely a roof overhead, While for some the morning can't come too soon, And they're up with the dawn of golden red. In each one's heart doth beauty dwell, Although expressed in a different way, And there's never a story the long days tell That finds not its echo far away. -Ruth McFarlane, Grade X. GRAND1VIA,S I love to visit Grandma's And explore the old, old land Surrounding the aged farmhouse, Now turned to the color of sand.