The Editorial Board acknowledges
with great pleasure the following poem
by Miss Melvin.

The prunus trees are in blossom,
And their pinkness

Against a clear blue sky
Gladdens the air.

Air,
Snow-cooled from the mountains,

And fragrant

With breath of daffodils and hyacinths.
The sun is shining warmly

On the little sticky green leaves,
Wooing them into effort—

The effort to grow strong and big.

The heart of the out-of-doors

Sings

As it beats to a new rhythm—

The rhythm of springtime
And rebirth.

Salt, tangy sea-smells

Tease our nostrils and nerves
With promise

Of the hot days and joys to come.
All this beauty

Right here.

Springtime in Vancouver.

—— Yfeboi.

The poem below and the remain-
ing poems in the book are from stud-
ent archives.

POEM

| worked among great rocks.

| dug deep in the earth.

My body could not lift the rocks
Yet my soul held all the earth.

| scattered withered leaves.

| rooted up wild weeds.

The withered leaves were winter—
They hid the fat, full spring.

My feet were firmly on the earth.
| was secure . . . an earthling
Whose heart was brimming over

With a love for home.

| turned and saw a silver star

And a great, full moon

And blue not broken by a cloud .. .
How little, then, my home.

How little, then, am |
Breathing in that filmy blue,
Living by the earth | love.
How frightening is the sky!

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