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1st- Grade 12 & 13
SONG FOR A MOUNTAINEER
To the mountains I will go, boys,
To the mountains, fierce and high-- Where the sawtooth, stormy crags are Holding up the sullen sky.
It's the mountain-wind I crave, boys, And each haughty, snow-swept crest; For the mountains are my first love-- On the mountains 1 find rest.
The track that I will follow, boys, Is long and hard and steep,
Where icy, shrieking torrents rage And the crevasses are deep;
Take my ice-pick and my crampons And my brave rope, stout and strong, And before another day dawns
I'll be off with a merry song.
Gather round and fill your glasses;
Toast me on my carefree way,
For 1'm headed for the mountains
At the wakening of the day.
Drink to Mont Blanc and Kilimanjaro; Here's to Chomolungma fair, Annapurna, Chimborazo--
And farewell to all my care! AUDREY ABERNETHY l2A
3rd- Grade 12 &13
THE WIND
The wind goes whistling through the air,
Dashing here and dashing there.
The wind, it jumps in leaps and bounds, Whirling, twisting off the ground. Through the trees of countless ages, Whispering tales to unmade pages.
Over hills and over dales,
Howling o'er the ships and wales, Howling, shrieking onward it goes. Whispering, gliding, secrets do flow.
Murmuring, swirling, not at its best, Dying, dying down for a rest.
BERTHA HODGINS lZA
.3rd- Grade9,l0, &11
PREJUDICE
How peaceful the town, the night, the sky.
How high the moon shines o'er this lake.
No one is heard; no one is seen;
And yet, no loneliness is nigh.
A tinge of dew upon my face;
I lie half awake and watch the stars Moving not and sparkling little.
Oh, how peaceful is this night!
Beyond the lake, the sun's rude rays Break through, like a knife cuts into skin, Letting the morning light pour in.
My night, my peace has gone,
Gone with the breaking of the dawn.
HEAT
Steaming through unguarded valleys,
Playing havoc with the sea,
Rising higher, higher, higher, Stealing life-blood from each tree.
Breaking through unclouded skyways, Scorching brown each bit of grass, Swirling nearer, nearer, nearer,.
Step aside to let none pass.
Snatching from each bud and leaflet Food which keeps our poor world green, Starving hungry, hungry, hungry
No wheat from the fields to glean.
Rising from each rock and mountain, Northward, southward, watch her blow, Falling, slowly, slowly, slowly,
Find her death bed in white snow.
BRENDA GILBERT 12B
1st- Grade 9,10, & ll
THE CALL OF· THE DESERT Ther.e's a voice that's calling to me And I hear it every day,
Seems to call me from my home here To the desert far away,
Like the pleadings of a mother When her son from home has flown, Like the soft voice of a lover
Not content to be alone.
Oh:, I would that I could heed it
But I feel my strength grow weak
When the voice once more starts pleading And to me it seems to speak;
So I'm leaving all forever
For the dwelling.of the damned
Where I'11 live content, until I
Perish on the burning sand.
JENNIFER ABERNETHY 9A
2nd- Grade9,l0, &11 THE TIGER
Stalking through the forest proudly, Ears alert for any sound,
Eyes like coals, alive with action, Searching all the forest round.
Death each day he flees from daily,· Trying to escape the gun,
Far from life disturbed by humans
To be alone to have his fun.
Somewhere, in the darkened forest,
A hunter's gun is raised and aimed Threatening life and peace and comfort Of the beast who's long been famed.
Famed he is for untold actions, Killing larger beasts than he; Then in one shot, life is ended And for the hunter, victory.
CAROLYN CHRISTENSEN 9A
JUDY WATSON llA
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