Austin High School - Castilleja Yearbook (Austin, NV)

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SNOW White upon the ground Natures cover for the earth; Soon to quickly melt. —Seventh Grade Class Fall, 1971 CREEK QUIET Among such stillness- The cry of the cicadas Sinks into the rocks. —Mark Sell 8th Grade Fall, 1971 FIRE Fire in the forest; Death and suffering to all; To die for nothing. —Jay Winrod 8th Grade Spring, 1971 STORM The coolness of the Air, the mixing of the clouds; Then the fall of rain. —Mark Sell 7th Grade Spring, 1971 21

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HAIKU 20 A BABY BIRD The helpless creature That is brought into the world To struggle or die. —Mark Sell 7th Grade Spring, 1971 MOUNTAINS The great mass of earth That reaches toward the sky; Man will always climb. —Mark Sell 7th Grade Spring, 1971 SUMMER DAY The sun in shining; Bright flower buds are nodding; Joyous is our day. —Lorraine Farr 7th Grade Spring, 1971 THE GIANT Big, graceful redwood Standing in a gentle breeze; Frightened by a match! RAIN Rain upon the leaves Soon to fall toward the ground; Then the tree shall thrive. —Lane Maestretti 7th Grade Fall, 1971 The word haiku means game verse. Haiku is part of a longer verse form called the tanka which goes back to very early Japanese history. It serves as a good introduc- tion to the country and its people. Haiku consists of three lines; the first and third lines have five syllables and the second line has seven syllables (5-7-5). None of the lines have to rhyme. Good Haiku, according to critics, presents two vivid images, one usually indicating a general or long enduring condition and the other a momentary perception. The meaning of the two images should not be explained in any way. The reader should make his own hypothesis.

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The cleats crunched the gravel as Leo, a leading mountaineer in the Montana Young Athlete Thirty Miles Marathon Enduro, arrived. Leo had come from Washington State University to practice in these hills for the Enduro. He didn't know these roads but he seemed to think he could find his way back. It was hot but this country was beautiful; birds were singing and every once in a while a chipmunk would run across the road in front of him. Leo looked at his run- o-meter—seventeen miles. He looked to what he thought was the east. If he had a compass he would have known it was due south and would have seen a huge thundercloud coming. Leo turned into the sagebrush. He had to be turning back. His watch and his diamond inlay Saint Christopher medal shone in the disappearing sun. Up in a bare saddle watching Leo stood an old man about fifty-five. He wore a brown ragged beard and shoulder length hair. A smile flashed across his face for an instant; then he turned and limped back to his horse. He loped around two rock knolls to a hill where huge boulders sat. Leo ran into a gully. The old man set off a rock. It rolled and bounced down the hill. Leo stopped. He heard sagebrush breaking. The rock hit him. His leg was under the rock. He knew it was broken but he wasn't worried. Leo knew they could track him down. Then he passed out. When he awoke he saw the old man above him holding the watch and Saint Christopher medal. Hey! Wow! Help me move this rock, Leo said. Sorry son, the old man said and left. Leo still wasn't scared. He looked up the hill and saw the rain. He heard the water rushing down the gulley from the cloudburst and he cried. —Dwight Bennett