Villa Maria Academy - Trumpet Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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Mother and Father Mother--to NVl10111 we flee for COIIIIOIT In all our troubles-great and sinall, She wl10 is so UHCll:Y1'SI2l11Clll1g- Is 11Ot her 1131116 sweetest of all? Father-who is friend and brother, He to XVllO1ll we give our trust, Ill inatters both of soul and body, Is he not always right and just? Oh! the care with which our parents Trained us from our childliood days, In our hearts we love then1 dearly- I.et us ever si11g their praise! V. s., '33 030030 An Attempt 020 A poem, we were told to write For Monday, and this is Sunday night I have tl1e paper, I have the pen, I have a thought 11ow and theng But when it comes to write it down My brow becomes a wrinkly frown. For I do not seeni to put the thought In rhyniing lines just as I ought. I sit and gaze froin out 111y window, And decide I'll write about the snow- So soft and sparkling, erinine white That brightens up tl1e dreary 11ight. It falls so slowly from above. How pure these little flakes of love! But aside from that I must admit My little candle won't stay litg I just can't think what else to say In the supposed-to-be poetic way. I didn't realize it was so hard Trying to imitate a. bard. So please appreciate this attempt And do not regard it with contenipt. Your thought must be--I surely li11OlV it! Sl1e'll 11ever, never be a poet. A. W., '31 ai 78 Et-

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Proteges of Spring The little debutante buds In dresses rainbow-hued, Colne peeping from the shelteringleaves Shyly, slyly, all bedewed. Hyacinth, all-dressed blue- Her wealth of fragrance, beauty rare, As protecting leaves unfold. Jonquil, dressed in merry yellow Bravely looks around, And feels so very mighty there, An inch above the ground. Thus these little flowerlets Sweet, dainty frightened things, For the world, as yet, is new To such proteges of Spring. E. M. M., '31 Oiwikl i Three Crosses , 050 Three crosses st-and on Calvary's hill, Three crosses awesome, lone and still. The earth grows dark, the people fear, They pray, they think the end is near. Three crosses stand on C'alvary's hill Three crosses, awesome, lone and still. Between two thieves the Crucified, lVho did no wrong, and for us died. Three crosses stand on Calvary's hill, Three crosses, awesome, lone and still. He'll conquer death, He'll rise again And glorified-this Saviour of men. E. M., '31 TT

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My Wish I Wish I were a Poet, And could take my pen in hand, Dash off some pretty verses That would be in great demand. Ild startle all my readers, By my intelligence 5 I'd write of love and living And other subjects tense. I'd write about my mother, My father and sister too, About my aunt and uncle, And what other folks do. I'd love to write of music, Of forests and of hills, Of sunshine and of moonlight, Of heartaches and of thrills. Eut as I am no poet, I'll have to be content To hand in all these verses, At least with good consent. And if my teacher fails me, 'Twill be no fault of mine, For I have tried and tried and tried, To make these verses rhyme, M. K., '31 0i00l0 An Ode to a Freshie 030 Hail to thee, Sweet Freshie! Thou has just begun, Thou hast all before thee Our course is nearly run. Thou hast trials and worries, P'raps sorrows, and some tears, But thou hast joy for recompense, Thou hast four full years! lVe were once where thou art, But the years went all too fastg Thou art now in Eden Make it last-and last. I-Iail to thee, Sweet Freshie! I would trade with thee, I would be where thou art. lVould'st thou trade with me? E. M., '31 at 79 le