Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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T he Mirror REQUIEM TO EVENING Soft, like filmy silk, Darkness enfolds the world. After pale twilight Comes evening star— Silver and pearl. Noises softened by night Make a symphony deep and low. Singing a requiem To departed day, In measures sad and slow. —Freida McCarter INSPIRATION OF MORN Lights glimmering in the dusk, Half-hidden by fleeing mists Flicker—then die. A pale streak of rosy light Shows Morn is nigh. People here and there Busily go their way, Hurrying—ever. Spurred To new endeavor. —Freida McCarter [12]

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NATURE TWO ASPECTS While driving through the woods yesterday, we saw a fat grey squirrel dashing over brown crisp leaves. Then a molly cottontail hopped past and birds flitted from tree to tree as a pollen-laden golden rod danced to and fro. Everything seemed happy as we stopped to listen for the call of Nature inviting u to share the joy of living. Eater we decided to take a hike through the woods and do a little exploring. Wc walked for almost an hour picking nut , autumn leaves and flowers—and then found a little bird with a broken wing. Things no longer seemed happy. To add to our discomfort, a lizard shot across our path, a rattlesnake slipped close to us, while nearby some warlike ants mustered their armies. Then from afar wc heard a roaring cataract, and coming nearer, a cruel wind whistled through swaying trees. Nature now seemed unfriendly, but somehow more human; for in life the good and the ill arc often close together. So wc were thinking when the sky began to turn black with heavy thunder clouds. Before wc could get to our car, it started to rain. Wc ran for shelter to a big projecting rock, where we stayed for almost an hour, listening to the dismal beat of heavy drops on our crude shelter. Slowly the tain ceased, and from our point of observation, we could see trees clearer and brighter because of their shower hath. Later came sunset in which all colors beamed as if aflame with fire. When night began to fall and wc started home, we gave thanks that wc had ryes and ears and an inner sense to make us appreciate Nature—sometimes beautiful, sometimes stern. —Hilly Lindsley POPPIES Large fields of poppies growing, In the wind—gently blowing, While the sun’s glancing beam On the poppies, makes them gleam— Field of beauty! —Yriolet Svmonds mi

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1‘ it e Mirror AT HARVEST TIME The air was clear and bracing, The distant stars shone blight. Among grey clouds went racing A Harvest Moon that night. Haystacks gleamed in the meadows, Moonbeams danced on the lane, Playing hide-and-seek with shadows Between the golden grain. Yellow rays in the sparkling lake, Rising, falling on the foam. Rippled in the water’s wake Gently trickling o’er the stone. Souls gazed on this splendid sight Sketched upon the midnight blue, Saw cherished dreams and fond delight Brighten, glimmer—then come true. —Rebecca Averyt FALL Blowing winds tell of winter cold, And that fall's retreat is near. But mellow pumpkins on yellow vines Speak words of lusty cheer. —Gwendolyn Harbuck MASTERPIECE Red leaves. Fiery red with mingling brown, Splashed like blood on bare background ; God’s masterpiece in nature’s frame— Autumn! —Michael White AUTUMN LEAVES The air grows chilly, the wind heaves a sigh. And the leaves turn yellow as the days go by. The wind blows fierce and the leaves let fly. Falling to earth from the gray blue sky. —Eva Lee Frederick [13]