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Cardinal
He's gleaming, brilliant red
A big black mask upon his face
And a topnot on his head.
His lady dresses soberly
In grey just trimmed with red;
She.' s shy and very wary,
Hith a topnot on her head.
He's very, very watchful, Flies of;' in quick alarm
But back he comes for raislns A bundle full of charm. '
He's always very chipper,
He whistles. Do you hear?
He's speaking very clearly "What cheer! '
What cheer! What cheer !"
By:- Donald Bell XIA Second in Upper School
Poetry
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lfhat are mothers? Some people would think that was a very odd question and yet if you really questioned them, they couldn't give a very good definition. Some would say that they were persons who, well, washed dishes, cleaned floors, and did ~lashing. They do just that. But I've a different idea of mothers and I'm going to tell you what a mother means to me,
My mother has loved me since the day I was born. I know that, because she had knitted me pretty little sweaters, bootees, bonnets and all sorts of tiny, dainty clothes. She bathed me every morning and sprinkled me with po~1der and ho~1 she loved to sit me on her knee and rock and sing me to sleep. But time doesn't hold back and I began to grow. First birthdays and Christmases,-----Yes Christmas! What times we had on Christmas day! I'll always remember my eighth Christmas when I woke up and found the very puppy, that had wagged his stubby tail at me from the pet shop windmq, sitting under the tree. Yes, that was Christmas full of surprises and wonderful things.
Time went on and as I grew up, different and unusual things happened. High School, formal dances, my first job and millions of other things and there in the shadow was mother allmys ready to steady me when the load was heavy. Then there came the boy of my dreams and when I was twenty-two I was married. Sure, mom cried but they were tears of happiness because she knew I was happy.
Now I have a little boy of two and I finally have found the reason why my mother loved me. It was because I was her own. So if you happen to be lucky and have a mother, start now to appreciate her, before it is too late because after all she is a human being too and she loves you very much.
By: ~lary Horne XB
First 1n Lo~1er School Essay