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

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VOX FL UMINIS Page Fourteen UN VOYAGE AU CANADA Si je faisais un long voyage, j'irais au Canada. J'irais seul et je prend- rais tres peu d'argent parce que quand j'arriverais au Canada je travail- lerais. Puisque je suis un garcon anglais, j'ai entendu dire que le Canada est un pays de promesse ou les gens peuvent trouver quelque chose at faire. Tous les garcons anglais veulent voyager. Faire un long voyage peut- etre a travers la mer est leur plus grande desir. En descendant la grande riviere St. Laurent je passerais la ville historique de Quebec et puis je ferais voile pour Montreal, une ville aussi tres interessante ou je quitterais le navire. Puis je voyagerais de ville en ville, travaillant pour gagner ma vie en route. Je verrais beaucoup de choses interessantes et nouvelles, telles que de grands lacs, des prairies, des oiseaux etranges et des montagnes. La neige en hiver serait ce que j'aimerais le plus. Je m'amuserais at skier et patiner. faimerais l'ete aussi parce que je ferais l'ascension des montagnes. A Ie verrais tout avant de partir et quand je serais rentre at la maison j'aurais des souvenirs agreables du Canada. T -Isabel Scott. 1ii THE JOYS OF COLOUR The wonder of colour, the red Autumn leaves. The white winter cover for bare shameful trees, The fresh spring alive with birds, flowers and bees, The blue summer sky-colour makes these. All the deep life of colour, the wonderful blue The crystal-like green o'er a pool sheds its hue 3 The rainbow is mirrored in each drop of dew And in butterflies, june-bugs, colour's there too. -Mary Bull, Grade XI. THE STORY OF A QUEER MAN The man who lives across from us, Has a very funny face, e His eyes, and ears, and nose, and mouth, Are extremely out of place, His hair is like a wash-rag, His body's like a box, His yellow coat and trousers sag, As do his ties and socks. And if you saw this funny man, Walking down a country lane, You would notice he would walk, With a bamboo stick or cane. At six a.m. he rises,

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Page Thirteen VO FL UMINIS L 'IRLANDE ,Vaimerais aller en Irlande. Les gens de ce pays sont les plus interes- sants du monde. Ils sont aimables et leurs maisons sont ouvertes at tout le monde. La plus belle vue en Irlande est sur la route par les collines a Glenda- lough. Entre les collines on trouve les jolis petits lacs et dans le soir les collines deviennent bleues. Apres avoir passe plusieurs semaines ici, je reviendrais fi Dublin ou je passerais le reste de mes Vacances. lci je visiterais les jardins zoologiques, il est tres amusant de voir les animaux, et comme vous le savez Dublin est tres connu pour ses lions. Le zoo', ii Dublin s'est ouvert en 1831. Avant de partir d'Irlande j'irais a Cork. C'est ici ou on entend les belles cloches de Shandon et j'embrasserais la pierre de Blarney. Apres avoir fait ce dernier, je serais toute contente de retourner a Vlfinnipeg. --Shelagh Cooney, Grade XI. A MISTY DAY The earth is covered over VV ith a blanket of silvery greyg The ships at sea look ghostlike. For a mist has come up from t e bay. h The mist lies over the mountains, And lies there all the day g The Wood is just a dark shadow, For a mist has come up from the bay. The air is heavy with moisture VVhich dews the grass and the hayg And everythingfs quiet and peaceful, For a mist has come up from the bay. -Sally Coyne, Grade XI. i

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Page Fifteen VOX FLUMINIS' And wanders round the streets. At 8 p.m. he's seen again, Coming home to eat and sleep. Now you've heard the story, Cf this funny little man. Who in a crooked house, His crooked life began. And if you like his life, You can go and live with him. But I would rather go to school, And play and skate and swim. -Betty Ray Parton, Grade X. WINTER AND SPRING I like the summer and I like the fall But I think I like winter best of all, There are such a lot of things to play .It keeps you happy all the dayg The wind oft 'round you bitterly blows, But you are all wrapped in warm woolly clothes. So there's only your nose for jack Frost to bite And turn it from red to white. Although I don't like the summer to go I'm always glad to see the snow. The birds are joyful and chatter away Or among the branches sing their song. Everything is happy and expectantly gay Waiting for Spring who has slept so long. Nearly all the snow has melted at last, Leaving large puddles to tell the story- But weqdonit like puddles because when cars go past They splash us and dash on without being sorry. In the wood and by the way, - The pussy-willow pushes its saucy head, And opens farther and farther each day, Calling to Spring to get out of bed. The crows and seagulls Hy through the sky Swooping on to the horizon blue, Asking the Spring why she's so shy- Why doesn't she say, Winter, goodbye to you. -Betty Mackay, Grade VIII.