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Jean Ruppert XII C
Lost Senior 3rd
Alone in the gathering darkness, she sat by the fireplace staring at the flickering logs. To-night she had neglected to light even one lamp. It had seemed a useless gesture to the woman agonized by the knowledge that her small son had that morning wandered off into the forested hills. Now the gathering blizzard had obliterated all footprints.
Outside, the sharp driving snow pelted the window mercilessly. Some flakes, clinging to the window, peered mockingly in on her lined and drawn face. Then, sensing her apathy, they melted upon the glass, dripped down to the sill, and froze in icy indifference. The wind howled through the cedars surrounding the cabin.
Suddenly the door opened, admitting a tall middle-aged man and a flurry of snow. Slowly she raised haggard eyes to meet her husband's helpless stare. Her trembling lips formed the words, ""my boy?"., but no sound came.As he slowly shook his head, she uttered a little cry of despair. But no tears would come. She turned to stare numbly, helplessly, at the dying fire.
Acceptance Senior 1st. As on the threshold of life alone I stand
And gaze with obscure eye at what's ahead;
Asking myself what fortune holds in hand,-
And what of joy and what of awful dread:
Shall there be days deep-filled with black despair, Without a hope for that I would attain.
Or shall I spend my hours without a care,
Free from each grief, and free from pain?- Wisdom replies: "In life a balance falls;
One part of toil and tears must come to each, One part of gladness, when life's beauty calls, And man will ever long and search and reach. " I do not ask again what life will bring,
Content the hand of God to rule this thing.
Elizabeth Scrannage
Eleventh Hour
All men are brothers? Such seems not the case: Hand against hand, Nation against nation, Discrimination--
Senior 3rd
Dream of Wintertime
Senior 2nd
Not forgetting the threat of annihilation: Unless
We get some sense,
And soon!
Let us put our house in order, Put away suspicion,
And indifference,
And greed;
And learn anew the lesson of love For all men, as brothers
In a common cause, and then
We might know the meaning of peace, And soon!
Linda Currie XIIC
The distant hills of wintertime
Are a sight beyond compare,
A patchwork quilt of blue and white, And glooming mystery by night,
A vision deep and rare.
And all asleep in winter rest
The pines with silver kissed,
The fenced fields by moonlight blessed, The gentle snow with shadows caressed, No rise or hollow missed.
Though chill and wailing blasts may come When North Wind spread his wings,
The calm and beauty of the scene
Rests sure and quiet in my dream,
The warmth that memory brings.
Merry Stewart
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