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FIRST PRIZE
In the windy garden the dark trees bend, Singing songs to the winter's end;
If I were wise as the winter's ·breeze I'd sing a song like the swinging trees.'
There's a silver star makes a silver sound Whenever the night wind shakes the ground~ If I were there where the alder leans Could I tell what the star's song means?
Rhea Weir 9 G
I've put my rag dolls both away, They won't be out again;
For I an: done with children's toys, And mterested in men.
Of course I'm far too grown-up.now To bother with the two,
To break my nails or spoil the set Of my new bouffant "do."
But wouldn't it be nice if I
Could comb Sue's golden locks?
And hear my Jane, my baby doll Cry, "Mama!" when she talks.
And do you think 'twould be all right If I should take a peek?
And just once more should romp with them In game of hide-and-seek. ' 'Heather Wright 9E
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THIRD PRIZE
N~ght is darkening down at last,
N1ght has come and day is past:
The gulls have winged in from the sea And the wind is shouting glad and free: The earth i_s cooled ~rom the day's longheat: And the wmgs of mght fold down in sleep.
Carolyn Saul 9 E
Honorable Mention
0 ever since my humble birth, In country far from here;
There's one thing strange that's puzzled me, And seemed a little queer.
When I approach my parents dear, And say, "My birthday's near:"
They stare at me with vacant eye, And say, "It's not this year!" ·
Now three long years have passed that way, Since my last birthday party:
I've gone to three for Bill next door, And three for Cousin Marty.
And I have scanned the calendar To find my date of birth;
It was a matter' of concern, And not a thing of mirth.
Lo, in the month that I arrived, How odd it seemed, how rare,
That day of days, my natal day
Was absent from its square
Four even weeks had this fair month, In gleaming black and white:
In white and black each day was shown,- There was no "twenty-ninth!"
Now when I found that this great day Comes only once in four,
And in that precious year this month Then has just one day more
The secret of eternal "youth," I saw that this could mean-
For when you're fifty-two, my friend, I'll just have turned "thirteen."
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SECOND PRIZE
Dean Robinson 9G
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