Riddle High School - Shamrock Yearbook (Riddle, OR)

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First a Freshman, dumb and green, Hidden talents yet unseen; Striving, working, filled with hope, Clinbing up a skyward rope. Some were slipping, some hung on, 'Till we saw a Sophomore dawn; Gaining knowledge here and there, We never quit for grim despair. Upper classmen, then at last, Our first two years put in the past; Plodding on, but homeward bound, Surely our efforts will be crowned. And now a Senior, brave and bold, Our High School story has been told; We're here to do our very best, We've reached the top, we're at the crest. Ahead there lies the open sea, Green and Gold it beckons me, The Fragrance of the Yellow Rose Fills the air like sweet repose. We hear the cry, we set the sail, We weather every storm and gale; ’•' hen evening comes we hope to be Safely at home beyond the sea. When life grows dim and shadows fall, We will gather again in life's great hall, And realize as there we sit That Life Is What We Make Of It.