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

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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

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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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They ' ve always told me That I dream too much Of a faraway land, Too magical to touch. Where no questions are asked And all answers are known. Where love is in the air And is willingly shown. Where harsh words turn to whispers That blow through the trees. And even the grouchiest of all grouches Is easy to please. I dream for this security To come and hold me tight, To take away my problems, To banish my fright. But when 1 dig deep inside I find the truth 1 must face. And all really needed in this world is a gentle embrace. AUTHOR — Melody Schmitt CREATIVE ARTS — 19