Roosevelt High School - Lariat Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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The Birth of the Flowers At morning time when we awake So happy and so gay, To the open road our way We'll take On a balmy summer dayg Through the woods and by the lake VVe'll hunt the flowers of May. XYe'll hark to the call of the open road Far away from the tumult and strife, The noises and quarrels of man's abode, Back to nature and woodland life That always lifts from our hearts the load More surely than surgeons knife. The modest violet's golden hue Greets us on Pansy Hill, i XYhile sparkling with the morning dew The shooting star puts forth its bill And nearer still the lively blue Of lupine shows by yonder mill. Oh, give us a day in the open air XVhen troubles and cares annoyg lYe'll hunt for the Wildcats hidden lairg VVe'll seek the pool so cool and eoyg XVe'll put aside our every care, And taste of naught but perfect joy. BERYL VVOODBURY if--fll' 1-1- :TZT 1, X,-1.4.4- -- ll' PT.-l-7. WI' F Win -f- r 'l it 'Vlllr-21 W Iyqtllm ' A i 'iii l, tang Ml tif.- T'-, LE ll5,'l 5 iw nf--rr 5 Fil I i0 -1:1 i i it gli it if llxiiu lil 1 4 I 'Nl' 'Mill tl lull? y I IME Wlllf 'irlg fl Il li illl'll ff :ll QL-'l. f-'r 25 -- if: H.f--- - 5?7?'fv':2v.-,-'-'5'4sg. ' W Fax l.- XV f., Q , 1 'A Sem ..1ig?f:.:3. W4 4551 ' s .1 -,WE-'4q.-L ,i U KW .,f.E'ivr.'fl0,. , 1-Qtpillgyrfx 4, ' cFX.l2!f'-27 ji 1 V I 144,19 '- - ,, 4 4 . fspfaifiag-.ilk-Lf' 9 L , 'Q ,ni N k.. ,,. gg., , 1' 'lg' nl g o ,..'I3 U lm Q i Hlif 13 'till lvl I HI' ll -J nlllmll l llll i Htl L 'M i fl f -- 1 11 lu llul willful' ,I tif II llflllillllllffnf ll, ff' ,zum'az4ill,'ffcf,f,f. flllllllllfngllllllilhffllifli 'I Tltifrty-setfeu

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I WM.. , 1 ll Thirty-sir If il ill, I Ziii-TE., .lf God Sees All The sky is too blue for me Wlieii she holds that blazing bowl of flames In her arms. I will not see the scorching road again, Vliith crackling grass, and listless Howers By its side. I will not feel the burning hand that Touches my face, shrivels my skin. Indian Summer, I will have none of you. I will go to my bovver, Little green heaven where lYind in the lVillow with Murmuring Brook Soothes me to restg VVhere sunlight and breeze are cooled As they nlter through screens Of green shade. I will let the smell of moist earth Fill my nostrils- Refresh me. I will watch the water slide over stones, :X shining spot here-life and motion. I will see the bending trees Chase Hecks of gold Up and down. A dark pool there-death and peace. I will not disturb the shy Howers of Nature That peep between tall blades of fern. I will let them rest as I rest On the velvety moss. My body. my mind, are as the stream. Light and restless, Dark and calm, Slipping, gliding, shallow and deep, Rest in Motion. XIERA BLUMAN.

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YII1'1'l'fj'-Elighli The Lame B0y's Song I am lameg I can not run, But I can feel the sun. I can hear the birds sing to me In the tree. I can watch the small, sweet Howers Through the hours Unfold and blossom forth. I am lameg I can not Walk, But I can talk And laugh and sing, And so bring Smiles to Mother's tired eyes, Chase the sighs From her sad and trembling lips. I am lameg I cannot go To and fro As the other children do, And all the grown-ups, too. But, still I travel far away All in a day, And back with many fancies new. I am lame, but still I'm glad That I'm alive. Iill not be sad. Iill hope, and sing, and talk, And-someday Iill walk! VERA BLUMAN