Belleville Township West High School - Bellevinois Yearbook (Belleville, IL)

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It was 2:30 and the end of another day for seniors. Once, in a magic moment, With bated breath it came — The mystery of tomorrow When nothing is the same. Over the crest of darkness, Ushered in by night and a song, The mysterious hush of silence Gave promise of no wrong. Riding the clouds was courage, Faith on the tip of a star, Hope high on a moonbeam, Love striding across the bar. There’s magic in each tomorrow, Each dawn with promise filled, Reach out and gather them closely Ere beckoning sounds are stilled. “Open campus allowed upperclassmen to leave campus during lunch hours. 20

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The absence of a footstep, Listening for a sound — The silence of starlight, A lonely comfort found. To bridge the gaping chasm One smiles, and goes ones way; Perhaps it’s part of living — Who is there to say? enjoying moments . . . Silence is a wall. Although we sit together, We are each alone. Silence lies between. Say “Spring will soon be with us.” Reach me with your words. And I shall reply, “Today I saw a crocus Poking through the snow.” Love is like a gate. Before we can walk through it, We must lift the latch. The tardy bell had just rung . . . and quiet reigned on campus once again. 19

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•• J ■ Midsummer is not the only reason I am going home to the yellow corn and the grasshopper playing in the tall grass and the indolent butterfly darting from marigold to rose and back again. I am going home again to meet the dreaded winter and the unsure spring. I am going home to see if there really is such a place as home. It takes a long time for a single blossom to fall from a 1 lower tree. And I have so much time to spare that I can watch all the flowers fall from all the trees. . tying together each day How can I know you all, you who are passing? You in the crowds, moving so many ways. You hundreds and you tens, even you two and threes, How can I hope to know you? When I have looked in your faces, I have seen each time Tokens of kinship, Patents like mine of joy And signs like mine of proud and piteous need, Of pain, of knowledge and of reparation. I have heard hidden in your voices every synonym of love. But, O, you many faces, known to me far-off And strange to me when you are near, How shall I know you whom I need to know, Discovering your distant lonely souls And mating them with mine? — Out from among you comes a voice in answer: “How can you know Him whom you will not know? We are yourself 21