St Johns Ravenscourt School - Eagle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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ykSa Horn Today it looks like an old man, Weak and feeble; it’s visage Scarred by the abuse of the elements; It’s innards gnawed away by man. Once it did stand, proud and noble, But now it’s stature seems less. In past days it stood alone On the big bend of the Red. Today it is only a part of a cluster Of newer, more useful buildings. But the old man, he has knowledge; A character that no others can copy. Many men, once boys in that house, Look back on it and reminisce. Soon it will be my turn. — Helmut Verges VI H%m He Woa A star foretold his coming, So they say. Born among the humblest of beasts, Destined he was To be the savior of mankind. Teacher of all men, is he, Son of God! Or conceived of man, was he? God of Hope! Greatest of men was he. — Brad Palmer V Mu Below men live, and fight, and die, Starred eagles drop their tone of death; And ’mid the guns, you hear the cry Of those who do not understand. The cry of peasants rent with pain, The cry of soldiers facing death. Bombs! screech the hawks, and screech again, Peace! coo the doves, from safely afar. But still the eagles dot the sky, And still men dumbly fight and die; And ’mid the guns you hear the cry Of those who do not understand. Oh to be a sailor, To sail upon the sea, With the wind blowing strong And vibrating ’gainst me. Oh to see the waves, Playing along the side, And thrusting themselves upon the rocks With the continuous rise of the tide. The sea is full of beauty, That reaches far away, And when I look into the mist, My soul begins to pray. My heart is filled with sorrow, As my life-time fades away, Like the waves that cross the sea Into another day. — Ian MacDonald IV 9i dt? Are we only dreaming When we think this world is real? Are we in the true world When in sleep our senses steal What seems is often not what is And truth not always so. That fragile bubble if poked may burst, And shake us with its blow. The murky mist that clogs our minds Might never clear because, Things that are may cease to be Then who can what was. O Where is that standard That nothing can refute; Where is that fixed star Final reference, absolute. Until the day man’s lowly brain Can comprehend his state, The world will stay a problem, And perplexity our fate. 84 — Lawrence Thompson IV — Jim Lawson VI