(From The P.N.S. Press [November 14, 1939])

The yellow leaves are falling fast,
The frost forms on the window glass,
And brown has turned the meadow grass,
For Fall is here.

The hunter now takes down his gun
And stealthily trails from sun to sun,
Until the deadly deed is done:
He bags a deer.

The boys get out their traps and snares,
In readiness for mink and hares;
They trap the bay-lynx and the bear
Without a gun.

Long since the traps are gathered in
To fill the barrel and the bin;
The threshing done with all its din
For yet a year.

These things the city people miss
Which to all country folks are bliss.
This touch of nature is a kiss
Which we hold deer.

Although they claim to be quite sane
For reasons which they can't explain,
They say our lives are spent in vain,
And call us queer.

-- Franklin Gilmore

Note: Franklin was born in Stanley in June, 1917; he graduated from P.N.S. in June 1940. He taught in Campbell Settlement and Juniper before joining the Air Force. After the war he attended MacDonald College from which he graduated in 1950. After four years as principal of Peticodiac Regional School (1950-1954), he taught at Moncton High School during 1954-1955. Invited by Dr. R. H. Chapman, Director of Teacher Training, to join the faculty of the New Brunswick Teachers College, Franklin went there in 1955 to teach in the area of science education. He retired from the College in 1969. After a very active, productive retirement, he died in February, 2001. He was a founding member of the School Days Museum.