Stamford Union Free School - Camera Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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Night in the country Moon shining on hillsides Making ghosts of birches, And showing cattle resting. Frogs croaking in deep swamps And iireliies lighting dark fields VVhere the ripe wheat courts the wild roseg All safe in the cool arms of night. Or clear cold nights, Ice covered trees Flowers under a white blanket ' Snow sparkling silver in the moonlight- Cattle resting on beds of straw Youngsters skating on frozen swamps, Or coasting in the moonlit fields Wliere of late stood the ripe wheat. Night in tl1e city Tired figures hurrying- Millions of lights everywhere Merry couples dancing and singing A fast awakening as of a new day: Joy and laughter, No quiet yet at midnight Noise and hurry. Or wet foggy nights Veils of mist hiding tl1e maang Slippery mud covered streets Lights dimmed and hazy- Mournful sound of dripping rain Long black shadows ' Night. H. DENT '26

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THE BEAUTIFUL STREAM By Cleta Baird Therels a beautiful stream in tl1e valley That babbles the livelong day, And it does one 's heart good just to listen and look, It's so frolicsome, blithesome and gay. It is day on tl1e stream in the valley, The bright sun in the clear azure sky Turns the wavelets to gold, of a splendor untold, While a breeze in the trees ripples by. It is night on the stream in the Valley. The soft breeze in the trees now is still, And the mellow mo0n's beam on the murinuring stream Turns it silver against the dark hill. L'ENvo1 O, beautiful stream in the valley You'll be dear to my heart everrnore, For without you I couldn't have written This assignment for English Four. NIGHTS Night Drifting shadows Darkness. Drowsy lights Silence Sentinel like trees And in nests among their branches Tired birds at rest Protected by the cloud of darkness Drawn like at veil in ancient orient.

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THE SONG OF A IVOULD-BE OOVVBOY Oh, would that I were a cowboy Out on the grassy plain, I'd lift my voice up to the sky, And give my horse free rein. Oh, would that I were a cowboy With never a sorrow to mend, Witli only joyous thoughts to think And all the days to spend. Oh, would that I were a cowboy Thoughtless of power a11d pelf, Living and riding alone with God And finding the man in myself. Oh, would that I were a cowboy Driving my herd o'er the plain Across the green of the rolling hills- Wzltcliing the daylight wane. Oh, would that I were a cowboy The fruits of the day to reap, Under the roof of a, starry sky VVrapped in the wings of sleep. K. DOONAN, '26