Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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We can no longer see any part of the sun, but we are comforted by the moon, just begmning her nightly vigil over all earthly creatures. The quietness is now broken more frequently by the booming bass of the bull-frog and the bird-like pipings of the hylas. Myriads of fireflies are swarming from their daytime liiding places. We see their little lights fhckering to and fro, making an odd pattern against the black background. Mother Nature has put all her day-children to bed, and as we, too, fall into this category, we must sleep till the sun wakens us with her bright morning beams. Margaret Howard, Form IVa, Barclay House. WHERE THE FOREST MEETS THE OCEAN Where the forest meets the ocean, It is there I ' ve often stood, Upon the sea-swept rocky beach Beside the quiet wood. As I look toward the woodland So brightly green in hue. It seems as though it ' s sleeping So still in the morning dew. When now again I rest my eyes Upon the sea so wide, I wonder how the forest sleeps Beside the beating tide. Helen Holbrook, Form IIIb, Barclay House. [28]

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causht its hoof in a bear trap, and was in great pain. He patted its head, and after assuring it tliat he would be back with help soon, he started down the hill towards the town. Oag ' s C.liff was wild: the miners had returned and they were celebrating in the manv taverns. Al hurried through the streets to an old rooming house. He dashed up the stairs and ran along a dark hall to a small door at the end of it. His heart was beating madly. What if He turned the handle; the door vas locked. In a fury he threw lumseif upon it, again and again, and at last it fell. Al stood like a ghost at the door. He was too late. Ken was dead. He crossed the room and knelt beside his brother and opened his jacket. Just as he had feared, the money was gone. Ken and Al had come to Crag ' s Cliff two years ago, and during that time they had worked hard and earned a large sum of money. Now Ken was dead and the money was gone. We meet again, Allan. Al turned around to face a gun held by a sinister man, wearing dark glasses. You killed him, Pet e, you killed him! shouted Al. Of course I did, replied the murderer. But you can ' t prove it, and if you don ' t leave Crag ' s Cliff today I ' ll kill you. Al wanted to jump upon his enemy, but he knew that he didn ' t have a chance. You will pay for this, Pete, he murmured. A shot rang through the air. Al fell, and his murderer jumped out of the window to the street below, and disappeared into the night. Several months later, a prisoner in the town jail saw a man walking down the main street in Crag ' s Cliff; the man was leading a black stallion. The prisoner watched the man and his horse leave town and start out on their journey. At the top of a hill just outside the town, they stopped and looked down at Crag ' s Cliff. The town held many unpleasant memories for Al and his horse, and they turned their heads in the opposite direction. Ahead of them was the horizon, and beyond the horizon was a kingdom of beauty. They were entering a world of joy and a land of great happiness. The prisoner saw someone running to meet Al and his horse; it was Ken. The brothers and the stallion disappeared beyond the horizon. The prisoner could see them no longer; he took off his dark glasses, and waited for the guard to come. Barbara Magor, Form Vb, Ross House. A SUMMER EVENING Dl Sk is settling down over the clear, humid day that has just passed, bringing with it all the mysteries of the night. Everything is still and quiet. Occasionally this stillness is broken by the gentle evening breezes rustling through the tall, dry grass. The sunset touches ihe earth with her pale, delicately coloured fingers, adding strange hues and ■iliadows to the countryside. I lif lake has lost its daytime ' s brilliant blue, and the setting sun seems ti) iiiiiid ;i -liinimering bridge over the water. As the svm sinks lower in the v -l. llii lake graduallv turns to a greyish colour. The mountains on the (jppo-itf -.liorf! lend a dark contrast to the pale lake. [27]

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COUNTRY DAYS I live in the country not far from the town j The ground is all white and the trees are all brown, For it ' s Winter you see, And the sun does not shine. The leaves are all dead and the trees droop and pine. But when Spring comes along. And the birds start to sing, The sun gets up early and shines on each thing, And awakens the buds on the branches of trees, And we sleep to the music made by the breeze. In Summer it ' s hot, and the sky is so blue That it ' s pleasant to play, and there ' s so much to do. With the grass to be cut and the rose beds to weed. And the ground to keep soft to grow each little seed. But in Autumn it ' s sad, and the earth seems to know That the trees will dry up and soon we ' ll have snow. But this I may tell you — again birds will sing, For after cold Winter comes beautiful Spring. Prudence Reilley, Form II, Fairley House. ON EASTER IT was a sunny day. The Easter rabbit was making Easter eggs. While he was I()ing it niglit fell. Then he had to go and deliver the eggs. After he came lionic he went to bed. Marion Ballantyne, Preparatory I, Aged 6. EASTER The chickies are yellow. The rabbits are white, The flowers are pusliing Their heads to the light. KiLBY Anderson, Preparatory II, Aged 7. [29]