Bedford High School - Peaks Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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BEDFORD HIGH SCHOOL

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vi pasineee ae se the Students of Bedford Sigh School In these pages we have tried to design faithfully, by at- tempting to put into words and pictures, a thing that is not easily defined. The glance of the casual observer will not always find the real meaning, the personal feeling in the hearts of those who have provided for this annual a purpose. Without this purpose there is no value in such an under- taking; it might well have been left undone. With hearts filled with gladness, happy memories, the eternal hope of youth, and with gratefulness to all who have made this annual possible, we present with pride this, the tenth volume of the PEaks.

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“Reveries Once more I scan the tip of yonder hill, And see beyond me in the distant haze A broken pathway, dim, secluded, still, Waiting, to lure me far from home, away. A haunting call compels; I have no choice; And though I long to linger here with you Amidst four years of memories and joys, I, too, must leave the old to seek the new. This night is fun. Perhaps the morn will bring Unwanted care, a cloud that blots the moon; For every man finds loss, and suffering; And we depart from childhood all too soon. I cannot stand before a crowd and say What years at B. H. S. have meant to me; Such things one holds as sacred, tucked away From prying eyes that know not how to see. Often there will be sights of trees and lawns, Of topaz mountains heralding twilight. Slowly Pl wake at early drowsing dawn With thoughts of lessons not prepared just right. Think twice before ye, tempted, slip; and heed That flowers, plucked, their glittering freshness wanes; As toilers, ware of riches hate their creed, And pleasures tasted leave remorse and pains. Last night a vision mingled with my dreams; I saw the tiny path behind me close. I'd found, at last, my destiny, it seems, A glimpse of home and peace before me rose. And as I watched companions steal away Like shadows, from the shades return to shades, I dreamed of Bedford High as ’twas today, And that, of all my happiest memories, stayed. Those years, I thought, were surely lost to me, But age will teach the wantonness of soul; And richest blessings of a lingering rhapsody Will cluster round me when I have grown old. By Eppre Laura KENNEDY.