Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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Page I5 Dawn Blue opolescentgup, stor-dusted, shelters with infinite peace the slumbering earth. Night on grey wings hovers, hesitotes - a time-suspension: o night-change, pensive in its all - knowledge, exquisite in its ethereal beauty. Whispered softly in the breath ot dawn, dimly perceived in the silence of growing things, eternity. To eastward, o'er the rim ot night, o rivulet of burnished gold spreads gently outwards, drawing in its wake the new morning. SUSAN COMER, Form I3

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Second Prize Somewhere - A Child She came from somewhere , they said, Yes that foreign land, where many lie dead, Where small ones cry in a red-reelced bed. With distended belly and skeletal frame, The badge of malnutrition remains the same. A wooden cross and a cold grey stone, And another child is all alone, We speak of peace, that holy dove, While children starve from lack of love. How long can we remai' .o mild, When somewhere - a child. . LINDA SILVER, Form 34 Wit s. f ix' ., g l l, J,'5e, , R 0 . il we lll. .cies Y ' l' if - 7 clit lb A - T ! , XX i X ,Q A XXX, '-ly lx fi 1. N lt c T , iii. Ty . :li f ' ttf' he f Ti -M D-RS A ' - v , , '-A lx, T,-tj ef 1 y HEATHER PATTERSON . ll + A T A i 'T it 1 , - fe -Q-- FORM4 ll9f g Str -- Si' I 3 N, 'S 1 'i - Villanueva y Geltru Another day breaks. The light of evening flickers, wavering between dusk and dawn. In villanueva life originates. The babble of three thousand voices - A myriad of narrow dusty paths - Dark holes peer out into a not-so-new ebulliency - lndistinguishable patter of racing feet- child or animal, Who can tell? Midnight. Music blaring - Poverty surrounds herself with superficialities. Those crazy Parisians on the next floor - boy do they sing loudly! At length into night, the shutters of Castell del Hostal filter a radiance that brings no rest. The advancing harshness of a Spanish day discloses not a sound. Such lies they tell, the sleepy eyes of Spanish men. A. BUSS, Form ll Page T4

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The Old Schoolhouse In a city so very large there stands a memory That has even in time become impossible to bury Its red bricks now crumbling with age and wear Were once crimson and proud in the clear air. But now all has changed except for the sound of feet As where once children sat, now teachers meet And squeaky little voices have finally echoed away To let horse laughs and giggles have their day.- While I sat here alone among lines of old iron desks My mind wondered back to the time of the chiIdren's tasks When in these very seats they thought and worked Dipped their pens in the inkwells and wrote, Ever mindful of the stern teacher leaning on a stick Ready to shout and swing oh so very quick For she was master and always in command And twenty-three heads heeded the ruling hand. But boys with frogs in their pockets and fishing-poles at the door Pulled girls' pigtails and even threw apple-cores Until the quick swish ofthe lightening ruler Ended all thoughts of trying to fool her. Still there was time for laughter and song And learning in spite ofthe eagerly awaited gong. When young minds rushed to a waiting world Of adventure as they explored Nature's splendour. But somehow the years came and went And childrens' children replaced their parents Even the ruler become unsteady and slid away While the bright floor now is ash-white with age. Still the haunt ofa time gone-by seizes me As I sit here, my fingers upon a name, a memory. JOHN M C VESTERS I f A-if-.,, Q , ,fa f -, 5 gf W cj 'ENE 9 iigsl I I I E ' xc y I Q I, fl, 'Xt -I Z' IZ I , f 'E 4i 4 1 I n'! I x if 1 is JY' Page I6