Phoenix Country Day School - Phoenician Yearbook (Paradise Valley, AZ)

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BALLOON MAN an increasingly suspicious morning lined with gray cold clouds Balloon man whistles attempted to swallow me whistling eyes aflame succeeding to pull me out of bed children among leaving my dreams to fade into the pillow. where from he came endless amour as if one day the rain beat hard against my window He was: musky feelings rose inside in love with balloons I gave in why? and the day hurried me off to school because. continueing to press its full weight upon me until I was in despair and quite exhausted. cara closing my eyes along with the day slowly darkness pulled its shadow over the light the overpowering night sent me off to fantansises and mysteries unknown boggling my mind Stay awhile. All right, 1 will, unable to waken And try to ease the pain, but- until his command Not forever; only for awhile. afraid, I ' ll face tomorrow Only until the sun rises, And then I must go. Susan Please, explain it again, how does it feel? You are all right, you ' re sure? No, don ' t go, wait. . . I. . . I don ' t understand. All ' s well that ends. Well, Endings must always come, And life ' s beginning must never end While there are endings to be begun. In my end is my beginning. . , The door opens both ways. Love leaves a small opening to see through, And memories always remain. So begin in your ending. We shall continue in our beginning; And the end of our ending — When we finish beginning-- Will show us tlj jjBnding is good And all ' s well. — with fond memories and love. The delicate scent of orange blossoms fills the evening in springtime. The pansies smile at me from the garden ' s borders. What a bright welcome! Yellow butterflies flit to and fro among the flowers, not stopping. Anonymous 189