Poway High School - Odyssey Yearbook (Poway, CA)

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OD YS SE Y'S 3rd ANNUAL LITERARY CO TEST First Place Strangers Watch the ones Who walk on by, Shapeless figures to cloud the sky, Marking time until they die, Kaleidoscope of strangers. So full of life and identity, In sadly suspended anonymity, Forever nameless to me they'll be An endless string of strangers. Textured faces blur my view, Near and far, old and new, Flashes of color give no clue, To the origin of strangers. The friendly offer an honest smile, Providing a glimpse of individual style, But the insight lasts for the shortest while, Till they return to the role of the stranger. Others dismiss with a curt nod, Cringing behind their flimsy facade, And then continue their lengthy trod, Down the path of the stranger. The rush of busy flow down the street, I 'll never meet, .Images yet incomplete, Forever existing as strangers. Amanda Morgan Sophomore iiiiiiiii WifsfsstrPlace-Teacher The Great Conductor Beforeiithe harp and the lyre before pipes and flutes Cymbal, timbrelf and ssrr ,rssst ssrss ssrr g sgyrg of st1,r,g s T g,ss,,s,, sy,,,,s,rr,sr,,,r,sr,,r, The Great Conductor spoke a Word and The Word became Music ssyy r y harmony of spheres Within other A -ltr -111,-n--r ' of an .1t..44,,,, T s-rs f ,iiir ff .rii thr014ghl trees 'iliii liil T illil echoes of life's tragedies Laughter deep in the throat the song of the beating heart. Frank Barone English Department

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Mr. Holland attempts a fast getaway as Karim Hatoum begs for a ride. as-. if if Mrs. Malone lectures on selling techniques. 1' 21 A lll I' 4l 1i:3 qu., -1 4? fi Portraying her Betty Crocker techniques, Mrs. Gemmill gives Shawn Rauch a hand. Under the patient instruction of Dennis Wood, Danny Harinski gives shape to his metal project. ROP Foculty 833 if l

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Second Place Ode Till Death Do Us Part A dead rose Weeps under of grass. Tear-dropped blades Burdens lifted free as smoke in a singles bar floating about from lung to lung The penthouse on Central Park A jail cell with a toilet and no door The million-dollar will deceitfully forged. A fingerprint on the Windowpane Burdens lifted. The Jaguar X16 with leather seats A black and white offers sticky vinyl The beautiful scarlet rose garden with thorns A rock crushing party with a ball and chains. A dead rose Weeps under Tear-dropped blades of grass Burdens lifted The chocolate sprinkles atop the expresso A drop of arsenic in the bourbon Third Place The black sequin gown Changes A navy blue suit and holster Burdens lifted Yesterday We played store the pop of a cork and pretended to be grown-up A knock at the door but today we have our own jobs The diamond brooch and still put on the older act. A tarnished badge H The gold wedding band . it We used to have fun reading stories in our text A pair of silver handcuffs. making believe we were the main characters A dead rose laughs under tear-dropped blades but now we analyze novels of grass Without hinting a smile. Burdens regained Bound like a ball of string in a jail cell with a toilet Our pastime was jumping rope and no Door! and playing on the monkey bars now We go to parties Shawn Michael McCain and out to dance clubs Senior Boys were on our hate list and cooties were spreading rapidly but We've changed our opinions about males though, We can catch diseases Without caution. Our big dreams were to be teachers and retire as millionaires. Our goals today are to survive SATs and make it into college. Yesterday we were young and ready to explore life but today we have matured and started our journey into Lisa Kaplan Senior the real World. Liferory Contest 335