King City Joint Union High School - Mustang Yearbook (King City, CA)

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The Wind How strange it seems as on we go To feel, to see, to hear, and know Something, somewhere, forever fights In air, in sky, through days, through nights. What can that great wind be we say? What makes it blow, and how? But, when we feel its beauty spray, We know 'tis by His bow. Sometimes it stops from morn till night. How lonesome then we feel. But, when it blows, and howles, and fights, With fear our eyes are sealed. What would we do if wind should cease? We would not live for long. The many things we had in peace, Then would be quickly gone. And now, while looking far and near, How thankful all life seems. And everything that it holds dear, Wind brings as if in dreams. The -Helen Wiley, '28 A King City Rain trees had been tossing slightly, As winds blew gently o'er. The But The The The sun had been shining brightly, clouds came more and more. sun went out behind a cloud, sky grew dark and glumg winds blew strong and whistled loud, As rain began to come. The storm was over after while, And clouds all cleared away. The sun came out and showed its smile, But wind, it stayed all day. -ROBERT PARSONS, '28 I A

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The Wlnd The wmd a rmghty force rs he Who plows hrs way from sea to sea He dances srngs or angry he The world destroys careless and free Thrs force now mrghty and now frarl Flres swrftly over hrll and Vale The lrttle flower lrfts up rts head To catch the breezes ere rt rs dead The prnes do murmur soft and low As through thelr mrdst thrs force doth Now hurrres he for trs growrng late And he must reach hrs sunset gate To cme '1 tory he cloth tell Of ilowmg brook and grassy dell Where chrldren, wadrng rn the stream Are glorrfled by sunset's beam O1 he may speak of desert land Where quretness prevarls oer sand And desert flowers that scent the au Lend color to the scenes so farr Thrs wmd can be a coolrng breeze O1 he can be a whrrlwrnd free And round you dance and dance wrth glee Or he may sometrmes show hrs mrght And leave behmd a dreaded srght For flying fast and rn hrs haste He leaves great devastated waste Upr ooted trees he srde by srde Wrth outflung branches far and wrde And homes and gardens are no more Whrle on the w1nd whuls as before Yet ever on the wmd must go And wrth hrm take hrs tale of woe He ne er must weary of hrs work For trs a task he can not shrrk If he should cease and ne er' appear I fear there d be no lrvrng here For ln the summer when trs hot We d mrss the cooling breeze a lot When wrnter came wed mrss the ram And strll would be the weather vane Thmgs wr ought by Nature s majestrc hand Would long for wmd oer all the land Inez Metzler, 28 KC - J: l . Y , . . l 7 . . . go- . , . . - ' v ' 7 - , ' ! .7 And ripple lightly through the trees J. - . . Q 7 , ' 7 . , . . : - ' 7 ' . I , . . . v I , 1 1 I , ' 7 -. 2

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K C Hugh We leave ou1 alma mater fan Wlth solrow that IS hand to bear Each yea1 we ve plodded on and on And now the tlme 1S neally gone As Fleshmen we were stlong to go Twas ou1 des11e to do Just so In Soph mole class we seemed to lre No longel lessons d1d us IIISPIYC When mighty JHHIOIS We became We then d1d str1ve to reach ou1 alm Oul names wele ln The Cup of Gold Now out m hte we have to go And each h1s own clnoe must 1ow In futule llfe we ll thmk of thee, Oul alma matez ou1 own K C Inez Metzlel 28 That Poem I m asked to wute a poem F01 om yeal book tomght And I cant make the uffle F01 Im not vely bnght If It wele playmg pedlo 01 mlxmg soul dough blead, O1 llllgatlng tulmps Id do It on my head Id execute 11: gladly F01 those I could do we , But when It comes to poetry, My tongue no wolds can tell Bel nadme Regex s, 29 2 A4 X mb.- 2 ss -I e O O l , 7 7 , . . i . Y 1 , 3 ' I As Seniors we felt mighty oldg . . - H ff ' z ' . ' . , . , 7 .. , 1 2 I ,' V I 1 1 1 ' , l ,' 1 I 1 1' 1 1 ' 1 , V 1 ' 1 1. l 1 1 ' , , . , . - ll I . ' 1 ' 1 1 ' 1 ' F