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WIND
2nd - Senior
He runs his long sli m
Fingers
Through the trees .
The leaves rustle and murmur Wit h pleasure at his touch , He flings his hollow soundless Voice
Across footless empty halls of Sleeping air
And brings to life
Countless unspoken words. Fertile earth flings itself forth To greet his tender caress; Waves dance and glitter
In the sun
And dash themselves against His graceful body Unceasingly,
Tirelessly.
Barren black branches Clutch at his limbs
As he flies to weleome
The gathering storm.
He bids farewell
To the nearing night
And falls
Dormant
Leaving the heaving dark To reign in his stead.
Brenda Gilbert 13
3rd - Senior ANGER
Rises up,
Tears through ,
Rips the cords of reason too.
Anger, like a parasite
Sits and waits
Ti II prey is ripe.
Builds up in strength
And strikes: the very depth of soul Leaving a deeper, deeper hole .
Steps down,
Walks slowly back.
Return of reason .
Back he goes, the parasite, To sit and wait
Ti II prey is ripe.
Rises up,
Tears through,
Rips the cords of reason too.
Judy Watson 12 A
One April day
I fell in love
With the rain-washed elms Which lined the way
To a large, white mansion
Small bluebells danced
On shining moss
Swept clean by the breeze Which gaily pranced
Towards the sparkling mansion.
Lightly they drowse Soft-bIown by breezes
In misty splendor
Arch the elm boughs
Which lead to my mansion.
From dawn 'ti I dark
Each spring I search
For lanes where elm trees Have formed an arc Round a white mansion.
I have not seen
Those elms again
In springtime drooping With rain that screens My beautiful mansion.
Margaret Christensen 12 A
When sorrow comes
The universaIcry Is why,
In all this world, Did my son die?
Complainer, know this:
To each is measured on the scales of life An equal portion of joy and grief
Some laugh awhile,
And then in graves lie cold
While others, though their age be old Gain but misfortune .
The wise learn young their lesson, And learn it well:
Embrace each hour of happiness Weighed out for you
And when the balance swings to bring
Y our portion of the pains of life,
Accept them with the calm and patience Of perfect wisdom.
Margaret Christensen 12 A
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