Strathcona Tweedsmuir School - Paidia Yearbook (Okotoks, Alberta Canada)

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Q K' x EPITAPH Dry twigs tangled in a web of bitterness Try to conceal the neglected remains, Intricate patterns like splintered ice Spiracles of white Carried by gusts of biting wind Blanket the solitary remnant, Grey like dusk on a bleak day. Darkness obscures vision Of an escaped memory Inscribed on its desolate face: HPeople die only when forgotten.H PAMELA KNIGHT GRADE 12 Locke Poetry Contest Award SO MANY MONKEYS Monkeys, monkeys, moo I Shall we buy a few ? Yellow monkeys, purple monkeys, Monkeys red and blue. Be a monkey do I Who's a monkey ? who ? He's a monkey, she's a monkey, You're a monkey too. SUSAN ANDERSON GRADE 2 -,.,.,,, m ,ii . V . .3 24 PHYSICAL EDUCATION He could swing a heavy shot putt, And play golf, and ski and box. He could paddle down the rapids, Then he'd run and climb the rocks. Sometimes he'd take a 12 bore, And he'd shoot the targets true. He could ride from morn till evening, He could swim the mighty slough. His football was ferocious, His floor hockey - it was great. He always wore his gym clothes And he never came in late. He could race around the school yard He could wrestle all day long, But he never passed his Phys. Ed. 'Cos his log book was all wrong. 9 BART BORRETT GRADE 9A First Prize-Junior High Poetry Contest

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PATIENCE near the back of the yard, In a tree A spider was working very hard. A low flying bird spotted the spider, And he flew down and sat down beside her. Said the bird, HYou've been working for such a long while, Your pattern is perfect, you've such a strange style. The north wind will come soon and blow it away. Make a rough job, you're gone half the day.H HTo catch good flies you must do a good job. I've a great deal of patience and I'll catch a big mob. To make a good web you must have lots of pride, And that's just what I'll do,H the spider replied. SNOW As the North wind blows, It tingles my toes. And the Nest breeze Freezes my knees As a snow fort goes It tickles my nose. And the wind is an ace, As it blows in my face. I really like snow. It is such a show. As it goes a prancing It looks like it's dancing The frosty glossy snow. SANDRA RAE GRADE 6B CATHERINE KOMLODI GRADE 5A ,.,,, if 'E JI f wx :V Q v THE FOREST It's spring in the forest, And the air is crisp and cold. The leaves are growing on the trees The daffodils are gold. Squirrels scamper up the trees A fawn falls to the ground The birds are chirping in the sky Then silence strikes - no sound. Now the animals scramble and hide As a man and his son draw near. They build a fire to keep themselves warm And the forest is soon full of fear. The man and boy are leaving now But the embers they lit still burn. The creatures of the forest wonder, will they ever learn? DEBORAH KOMLODI GRADE 6A 23

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NELSON NON'T YOU PLEASE MR. , Mr. Neison, won't you pTease P E U I End this course on bugs and bees. AIT those trips down to the pond Are journeys of which I'm not fond. I know I am taiking about A Tot of things which I know not. Mosquitoes, beetTes, and whiriigigs Are subjects on which I'm not big. SUMMER MORNING Mybmind TS bafT1Qd by H1059 RMQS Summer morning, bright and earTy, which I Coiiect in aii those JMQ5- Winds are waking, ciouds are curTy I carefuIIy IabeI aTT those things Everything is rosy, pear1y, Remembering how that Tittie bee stings. Summer morning, brignt and eariy. Mr. NeTson, I beg you piease, Let us return from the pond and the trees. I'm so coTd ,wet and dejected Instead of cooT, caTm and coITected. SUSAN ANDERSON GRADE 2 Mr. Neison, I've done my best To write the answers on that test. Your kindness I'd sure appreciate So I can pass into Grade Eight. CATHY MCKENNA GRADE 7B THE OBSERVER I sit aTong the seashore The breeze bTows in my face A wave is pounding harshiy The tide is soon to break. The crabs are crawiing sTowIy The sand is creamy white SeaguTTs dive for dinner Soon it wiTT be night. The tide is creeping sTowTy without a care I see The starfish being swept ashore The foam beneath my feet. I hear my mother caTIing My dreaming now is done I'IT come back tomorrow with the rising of the sun. ALISON BROOMAN GRADE 8A 25