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

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Arts Love is like sun-rays in the sky at morn, sun-rays that fade as the night is born. Love is like Spring odors in the air at night, Spring odors that subside as the air turns light. Love is like rose petals in the gardens at May, comes the swift gale winds to usher the petals away. Love is like life in the wings of a butterfly, the life goes on as the fly begins to die. AUTHOR — Teddy Hall Pointing by Morcy Aldndge All my life I ' ve been reaching, Aiming straight for a star. I ' ve studied and practiced, Pushing myself far. Now all of this is in the past And it ' s time for me to emerge; Not to ease myself upon the world, But to present the real me with a powerful surge! No longer is my strife For an everlasting grade. But now to prove to the world, Of what I am made. For this is my time — My day in which to prove For all that I have worked for, This is what I can do! AUTHOR — Melody Schmitt CREATIVE ARTS — 17

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Creative Great knowledge is all-encompassing; small knowledge is limited. Great words are inspiring; small words are chatter. When we are asleep, we are in touch with our souls. When we are awake, our senses open. We get involved with our ac- tivities and our minds are distracted. Sometimes we are hesitant, sometimes underhanded, and sometimes secretive. Great fears cause panic, and little fears cause anxiety. Our words fly off like ar- rows, as though we knew what was right and wrong. We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. And yet our opinions have no per- manence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away. We are caught in the current and cannot return. We are tied up in knots like an old clogged drain; we are getting closer to death with no way to regain our youth. Joy and anger, sorrow and happiness, hope and fear, in- decision and strength, humility and willfulness, enthusiasm and insolence, like music sounding from an empty reed or mushrooms rising from the warm dark earth, continually appear before us day and night. No one knows whence they come . . . Don ' t worry about it! Let them be! How can we understand it all in one day? AUTHOR — Diane Lee The pictures and poems on these two pages and the next two pages are dedicated to the creative minds of the EHS student body. They are not necessarily the best, but they are considered to be some of the most interesting samples received. 16 — CREATIVE ARTS

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Words can ' t express all that I feel. But I know without doubt, that the feelings are real. All bundled inside, and churning around. 1 search for a way, and write them all down. My feelings are plenty, and comes with each one. A part of myself in each said and done. Although it isn ' t simple, for me to just say The feelings inside me, that begin each new day. Because as I grow, my feelings will change. With friends and environment, They ' ll all rearrange. But one thing ' s for sure, My feelings are there. And I know I can reach them, with never a dare. AUTHOR - Sherry Archbold You ' ve helped me through the darkest tunnels. You ' ve pulled my spirits high. You ' ve made me laugh, when all was sad. When I probably would have cried. You ' ve held my hand encouraging me. You ' ve led me through when 1 couldn ' t see. You ' ve shown your love in all that you do. You ' ve given me more than I ' ve given you. You ' ve stuck with me through good and bad, You ' ve helped me love, and for that I ' m glad. You ' ve pulled me through, my friend, indeed. You ' ve made a glowing flower, from what was once a seed. AUTHOR - Sherry Archbold 18 — CREATIVE ARTS