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The Cat
She sat amidst the fresh spring blooms That graced the ti~ flower bed;
Her ailTer tur gaTe richness to
The raillbow of green, IMUTe a.ad red.
She held her graceful crown erect With perfeot poise and dignit1,
And gased apon all paaaers-b1 With quiet our1osit1•
Then all at once she ohanoed to see A mEIIIIber of the canine alan.
She atood up - cautious and erect, While up aoroaa the lawn he ran.
WUh tremblill« liaba aha shrank ill fear,- Her back was aro.bed, her tail held high.
She tuBBed and ap1t aa he drew near And ~ burned w1thin her 81e. '
DISCOVERY
It has been said by a geographical society that all big discoveries have been made, sine~ there are no more continents to discover. Therefore let us start discovering the wonders of the countryside that we sometimes hardly notice. A would-be naturalist should start at his door-step. Every field has its own character.
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In spring, an exploration of a nearby woods never fails to produce di- fferent sights than it did the year before. The small, delicate wild fl-
owers like Violets, Wild Columbine and Dogtooth Violet form a different pattern,
~iother Nature's patchwork quilt, ~ they have for years back.
The fields are like small kingdoms, in summer, with the tall, graceful
grasses as sovereigns and the small clovers as servants. In another field
the tall but dainty Queen Anne's Lace is in power, while in a shady corner the Black-Eyed Susan presides.
Look at the gorgeously coloured leaves% Autumn is here. This beautiful array would attract the eye or any wanderer. In. this season the goldenrod,and wood aster are the main rulers.
The next season, although there are no flowers or leaves to observe, has a distinctive beauty. Small dainty snm-1 flakes make a covering to protect the delicate roots of the plants from the cold. Tracks made by animals, as they search for food can be observed in the fresh snow.
No one should regret that the continents of the earth are all discovered because life may still be rich in the discovery of nature in the meadows and woods.
Joan Marie Aikins IX D lst in Junior Essay.
Starkle, starkle, tittle twink
Who the heck you are you think?
I'm not under the alcofluence of inkelhol, Though some thinkle peep 1 am
I fool so feelish '
I don't know who I are
But the drunker I sit here The longer I get. '
I turned aside and wondered then, Waa thia the creature I had seen,-
So calm and beautiful before?
But now,- 110 ruffled, wild, and lillian.
When I glanced back the dog waa gone, And there beside the flower bed sat
A creature wondrously tranaformed:- Onoe more aha Wall a peaoetul cat•
She eat sedately as a queen
And held erect her graceful head,
AboTe the rainbow-coloured blooms That graced the ti~ flower bed.
Waltar Yorris Xl...A
1st in Intermediate Poet~.