Elmhurst High School - Anlibrum Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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The Child Fades ' - » ii ' , The Child My bedroom seems to be a secret playroom tor my toys while I ' m away. I see that my Winnie-the-pooh has been reading my favorite childhood book and that my clowns have wiped the tears off of their cheeks. My coloring book has another page colored in it and the crayons are sprawled all over my floor. My roller skates have been fas- tened to my first doll ' s feet and she has fallen out of them. I begin to put things back in order and I walk into my closet and a child lies asleep. Cathy Nickels 11 Memories, Glimpses of the past, Places, friends, events that never last. The times we spend together Will live in our minds forever, For our memories, what we do and say, Make our lives what they are today. Curt Syndram 11 : :

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- Sitting in the soft green grass with you by my side, watching the ducks as they swim silently by. The wind blowing softly bringing whispers to my ears, telling me love ' s secrets and things I want to hear. I sit here quietly watching the cool water trying to calm, you ask me why I ' m silent, I say it ' s in a song. We ' re all alone and wondering how life will treat us now, but as our hands clutched tighter I was begin- ning to see just how. I ' m really glad to have met you. my troubles have disappeared, but if and when I have them, I ' ll long for you to be near. This all may sound so mushy but I think you ' ll understand, how it is when you like someone and hope they give a damn. KimPebernat 12 Photo by John Merz 1 1 I Lie In a hammock Hie. Feeling refreshing breezes brushing by Wisps of wind On a warm day That cool me — calm me While I Lie. Staring mindlessly at light blue above My mind mingles — My body blends — My soul swings into the air! And I ascend to the sky! But still I Lie. Listen! Stillness surrounds me. All around An absence of sound . . . Silence. A silence different from The lifeless silence Before a storm . . . When the Earth holds her breath. Different from the silence before BIG BLACK BILLOWING clouds blow in — To breathe life back. Silence. Soothing silence. At ease . . . Relaxed . . . I sleep. Mike Paxson 1 1 Just the Same I sit here in this stale smell of smoke I watch the drinkers get drunk I hear some of them yell or laugh and what for? Maybe to impress friends or to hide sorrow. Maybe pain Some do it to be doing something Oh! You ask me What I ' m doing here I reply: Just the same. Lisa Ambrose 12 Love cannot be expressed through written words, material things, diamond rings, but it must be whis- pered softly from the heart. Laura Park 12 Photo by John Merz 1 1 For I am a flower Pull on me and you will uproot me and kill me Leave me alone and for sure I will die But . . . . . . shower me with love and affection and I will grow for you. Lisa Ambrose 12 Love means many things gum machines icecream flings beauty queens jumping beans faded jeans many things love means. Laura Park 12 Creative Arts — 13

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I remember when things used to be so simple. I played in the rain, drank Kool-aid, and rode my bike. I didn ' t know about love and I thought all persons of the opposite sex had cooties. I didn ' t know or care how much money the government was spending in space exploration. I didn ' t care about the starving people of the world. I didn ' t care about alcohol or drug abuse. I didn ' t care about Vietnam. I don ' t even remem- ber who was president when I was five or six or even seven. Nor did I car e. I ' d never heard of social injustice or prejudice and sex discrimina- tion. Things were so easy before I grew up. Every- thing was so easily defined in my wide but inno- cent eyes. I trusted so emphatically whatever I was told. After all, why would anyone lie to me? I remember simplicity. I remember a child. Today I only watch the rain from my window, and I still drink a glass of cherry Kool-aid once in a while, and of course occasionally I ' ll ride my bike. But somehow it ' s not quite the same. It will never be quite the same. Tracy Richardson Copy Jamie Davis