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

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VOX FLUMINIS Page Twenty We play with the others on the street, Bobbing and hiding for hide-and-go-seek. Then for supper and for night-time rest, Chirping like many birds in a nest. -Elinor Browne, Grade VIII. WHAT THE MINSTREL TOLD THE KING Last night as I was passing by A castle made of stones, I came upon a fair young maid, Locked up with dust and bones. I pried into the matter, To see what I could see, And lo! she was a-weeping Upon her pretty knees. She said she could not move from there, And when I asked her why, She shuddered and only told me, She did not dare reply. And so I come to you my Lord, To see what you will do. I know it puzzles me my Lord, I'm sure it puzzles you. -Elspeth Wilson, Grade VIII. ' MY VISIT TO IRELAND When we arrived in Ireland we were very glad to get off the train, Grandfather and Grandmother were there to meet us. We went to the house in a horse and buggy. VVhen we were there we went to the iron springs wfhere water cress grows. One day we decided to go on a fox hunt, we had lots of fun. One day to our surprise there was a little kitten, it was so Huffy we decided to call it Fluffy. Our aunt has a lot of cats and dogs. We had such a nice time we were very sorry to go. -Sheila McFayden, Grade IV. SNOW Descending from Heaven so lightly and silently, Or scattered by north winds blowing so violently, They fall in all manner of shapes and sizes Over rolling white plains and mountainous rises.

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Page Nineteen VOX FL U M I NI S ----u.--..-................................. ....-..-.. ....... .... ......... .... ..... ...................... .---...Q-..--................................. ......... ................... .......... -......................... ' -Nu...-U- U O naughty doggie, there you are, VVherever did you go? I'm awful glad to see you, though You were a naughty dog. --Helen Leonard, Grade IX. i-1.1. When my lessons are done for the day, There's a place I love to play, Down below on the riverbank paths To see the water-bugs having their baths. -Iris Norman, Grade IV. TREASURES Treasures on the islands, Treasures on the sand, Treasures on the pirate's boat That never Hoat to land. -Frances Foster, Grade IV. .i,lll-1.1 PUSSY WILLOW Pussy Willow, soft and fair, Always soft and fluffy hair, Growing down beside the brook, Running over curve and crook. -Barbara Dailley, Grade IV. THE OLD GRANDFATHER CLOCK The old, old grandfather clock Is always saying tick, tock, tick, tock. Standing in the corner all day long, Singing to us his one old song Tick, tock, Tick, tock, The funny old grandfather clock. -Julia Dale, Grade IV. THE COMING OF SPRING When up in the heaven climbs the sun, We jump and play, having lots of fun. The grass turns green, the roses red, The scent of springtime goes to our head. We laugh and play, have plenty of fun, And then come in for many a bun. I

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Page Twenty-one VOX FL U M I N I S While people are skating on rivers and creeks, White crystals are softly caressing their cheeks, The children regard the white World with awe And hope that for ages there won't be a thaw. But soon spring will come and the warmth of the sun Will start the buds shooting and rivers will run. The skates and toboggans will all disappear, To remain in the attic till sometime next year. -Alison Warner, Grade VIII. FIREFLIES Said one Hrefly to another, As they twinkled in the gloom, Don't you think my light is brighter, Than the dull, pale, yellow moon ? N o I don't, said its brother, Who was also rather proud, It's no brighter than the moon, VVhen it's hidden by a cloud. Oh, you're jealous, said the other, Who was a lady bug. And I can't bear jealous Hrefliesf' Said she, turning with a shrug. But sad to relate, even Hreflies' Pride must some day fall, And half-way home her light Went out- And she couldn't see at all. -Ruth McFarlane, Grade X. MOTHER GOOSE 'S PARTY Mother Goose is giving a party on Tuesday. Everybody in Storyland is invited-Little Red Riding Hood, the Wolf, the Three Bears, Old Mother Hubbard and countless others. Everybody is getting ready. Little Jack Horner is making his Christmas Pie, Old King Cole is calling for his pipers and Red Riding Hood's grandma is laying out nightcaps, while dear Mother Goose is tying a pink ribbon on her fine gander. As Mother Goose's house is not big enough for the party, the kind old woman is lending Mother Goose her shoe. Finally Tuesday arrives. In the early morning the guests begin to COl'l'1C.