Bishop Luers High School - Accolade Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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fik kSk aes treasons To the Creature of Frankenstein Poor creature Tortured by so many Yet more human than most You were the soul of a race Reborn in innocence Whose first word was beautiful — strangely appropriate although you could not comprehend a meaning Man taught you its philosophy: to live is to be beautiful to be beautiful is to live and your source of life is the true reflection of a mirror And so you lived life in beauty And enjoyed beauty in life Until the mirror showed the reflection of ugly And that one agonizing cry for help the tears of a misbegotten creature Ripped to shreds the meaning of life and beauty And left you nothing But a self for which you could not comprehend a meaning Man taught you its philosophy: to be ugly is to be feared to be feared is to be evil and that which is evil must be destroyed But you could not be destroyed not your body not your beauty which was retained in sparks of a truer life which no ugly man could comprehend J. Knight Sometimes I feel like a tree being blown and swayed and tossed in the wind. I branch out reaching for something, someone But there is nothing. I grow big and strong and people, they lean on me. Yet I find no one to lean on. People come and utilize my shade and my breeze yet they bring me nothing. No love, No friendship, No understanding, Nothing. I give them shade and strength I ' m so tall and so strong yet so weak — without you. — Ginny Lauer y J f 14

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go to seek a great perhaps. Rabelais

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L a uers ureases h Being you — Makes you so beautiful That just being near you Creates new life in me. It must be love, or — More than just love! But what? Ah, I know. Being you! It ' s real It ' s there And it ' s beautiful. It ' s clean, It ' s pure, It ' s love, In its natural form. Seeing you Being you Makes me want To be me — To love, To be beautiful, To be cleansed By the essence Of being me Which is beautiful . . . Someday We will (each of us) Look over Our shoulders And discover That there Was no jabberwocky Afterall. Vicky Ramirez dandylion a wish for the seniors drift away on the winds across a fertile earth in your natural expression of freedom anonymous The Hardest Battle Lies Within Myself The Little China figure perched on a shelf all emotions neatly painted on I went to touch him and he fell and broke and his split shell betrayed his nothingness Small, fragile containers may never hold Deep and heavy thoughts Mary Farquhar LEAF It took its Time To flutter on down And Be carried in the Wind Like a Helpless Baby child Wrapped up In its Mothers loving arms Carried Far from its starting point To lands Its never known Until It Lightly touches down And Bids the Wind A Subtle, Soft Goodbye With a tiny jerk Of its twisted, fleshy stem dave bergeron 15