Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE FAIRY AND THE BUNNIES In a glen upon a hillside Where the fairies often play, (jrew a mushroom, white ancl gleaming, In the moon ' s clear silver ray. All was silent in the darkness Save the wind which whispered low. Of the nights when fairies revelled Dancing measures, quaint and slow. As the moon rose in her glory Moonbeams formed a fairy ring. Into which a tiny figure Softly flew on silver wing. On the mushroom she alighted, Tossing back her golden hair, But she sighed for some wee playmates. That would come and frolic there. Then a little bunny saw her. And he asked his comrades gay If they ' d come with him, and gambol For the pretty little fay. Laughingly they joined together, Dancing round the tiny sprite Wobbling all their pink ears gaily, Much to her intense delight. Round and round they frolicked lightly, With their fur all snowy white, Then in pairs they passed the mushroom, Nodding in the silver light. Hark, a sound comes through the darkness, ' Tis the dawn calls her away, I must leave you, said the fairy, But I ' ll come again and play. For a fairy must not linger To be seen by mortal eye, So she flew away to slumber As the dawn crept o ' er the sky. — M.R. V. 24

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HOME THOUGHTS— FROM ABROAD (with apologies to browning) O England you ' re glorious and fair, And your ways are peaceful and still, And the little church under the hill Rings joy and rest to the garden air. The plough turns over the rich brown loam And the hedgerows are thick with the primrose pale. The evening cuckoo calls from the dale. And he calls to my heart the love of home For ah ! I long for a land of the West, Of rushing rivers and swirling snow, A country of forest and mountain and stream Where the early bloodroots and trilliums grow, And the free cold wind fills my heart with joy For that is the land that I love and know. — H.O. (A Canadian Girl in England) A BUSY CHIPMUNK There was a very busy Chipmunk who built his home under our veranda. Every evening as the sun was setting he used to come out and get oats from us. He filled his pouches until he could not get any more into them. Then he would go running off into the woods. As soon as we were quiet he came back and popped into his home. Next morning, when the sun was rising, he came out again, and found some oats and water that we had left there the night before. He had a lovely little face with a sharp nose. His color was orange with broad black stripes down his back. About one or two months after as I was down at the farm house the man had just killed it with a whip. He skinned it and threw it away, so that was the end of the busy Chipmunk. — J.L. Upper I. 23

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THE WIVES OF HENRY VHI. Henry the Eighth possessed a wife Her name was Katherine A., He wearied of her and there was strife So she was sent away. And next he met a lady fair, Known as Anne Boleyn, He fell in love with her golden hair And her he needs must win. But Anne was young and indiscreet, Jealousy pierced his breast, And one day at the axe ' s feet, Her head was found to rest. Henry then met a maid called Jane, He offered his hand and heart. She quickly to the palace came, Their married life did start. He loved her well but when she died. Leaving an heir behind. His falling tears he quickly dried And soon he ceased to mind. Next on the list came Anne of Cleves, A damsel plain to see. The land of dykes she left in haste. His loving wife to be. When Henry saw her visage fat, • He tore his scanty hair, Said he would never wed with that, And dubbed her Flanders Mare . The Howard followed clumsy Anne, But she deceived the King, Soon on the ground, at Tower Hill, The axe her head did fling. The last of six fair Katherine Parr Wedded the tyrant King, To her his death and gloomy pall Great joy and peace did bring. — E.E. V. 25