Moreno Valley High School - Valhalla Yearbook (Sunnymead, CA)

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LAST WORDS OF A LONER [ iv - ,- ■ ■ . ' ir. I cry out in pain thoucjh no one is there . My world has fallen I ' m left alone no SOlltlds do I ncdr mu my uvvii uyliivj moan , I long for the comfort for which there is no one to give the words without which I have no will to live . And so denied the spirit which strength- ens us all I, too, as you, succumb and do fall. Matthew Boyd y 1 I ! CONFUSION I ' ll sit here all day With nothing to say. I ' ll he uowii to read About somebody ' s need For something I have But what about me? I have needs, too. They ' re in dark shades of blue And have a different hue When they ' re looked at by you. No one understands me. I ' m different, you see. From someone you meet When you walk down the street, What I say is quite true. About me and not you . So don ' t worry your head You have nothing to dread So listen instead To what I have said . ryiit painimg in progress, SPIDERS . ,.cy Lhrive Evil dangling from a silver thread . Chnnnpft; nf haired are llieir trail, I iff ' , Hmlrrq nf fntc Clark L. Jenkins iqr) H The most important news Are all of my views Of what is confused . Maryellen Kiefer Fine Arts 171

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■ Silver droplets cascading from the heavens above filling trickling streams pouring down mountains into thirsty valleys below. Sending children from their play into their homes leaving tracks of mud across kitchen floors. The pitter-patter upon the roofs sends many a child into blissful sleep. Who would guess that these silver drops are really God ' s tears crying for his children ' s sins. When the sun peeps out from the stormy clouds, He smiles down upon the earth, and you know then that all is forgiven. Rita Jo Smith Juan Herrera, leather. 1 Steve Freike throws a pot. fE AND MONEY i Money . . . What good is it? It ' ll buy you the neces- sities, And even the niceties. But can you buy a honey with money? think of the things oney can ' t buy. d you ' ll think it ' s ather funny hat even the richest people cry, ecause they can ' t buy ove D matter how hard they ry. Diane Strain lEfiii-if- -• L i.a w i ' h. . SCtAB tVMT

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REGRET When we were young, We ' d sit in the yard And pass our time by playing cards. You ' d always win. How long has it been? As we grew older The days passed swiftly. We saw each other On the street The words we said had no meaning Uncherished syllables of sophistication. But now, those words are like volumes. And fleeting moments hang like eternities In my weary mind, Now you ' re gone You ' ve left the world and me behind , Terri Trego » at REMEMBERING Playing in the streets and having grass fights isn ' t fun anymore , Cardboard sliding, running through the rain and Hide and go seek don ' t seem to be everyday things. Swapping doll clothes, making tents from old bed spreads And playing dressups are memories now , Roller skating down the sidewalk, coloring books and betting candy bars can ' t be brought back. Pottery: Mark Baldwin, Laura Germany, Bill Armstrong I sit here looking out at the rain, I ask myself , . , Why can ' t childhood last forever? Maryellen Kiefer ne Arts Jewelry: Class display — Advanced Beginning Classes.