San Gorgonio High School - Summit Yearbook (San Bernardino, CA)

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The dark room was filled with the aura of ancient. An old woman rocked in an oak chair, rocking away time. Her room, made of mud had but one table in its center. Upon it, was a yellowed lace shawl, which held her one possession of life. An old tattered torn Holy Bible. The crack in the mud wall enabled a bead of sunlight to penetrate the darkness, and glare upon the worn page of the 23rd psalm. Janet Peek 73 ® 130

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sudden shining sudden shining skies new found through running summer days tripping on the sound of softly smiling grasses passing by the windows of my cage. revolution together we chopped down the old tree that we could see the sun we are one walking into the light of the new day like snowflakes uuji, ' Jerry Lewis 73 129

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when the cold snow falls in the winter of my life and the faintly shimmering star that was me shoots — softly, reluctantly from it ' s position in the glimmering galaxy that is mankind to the velvety, violet land that is Death will you see me smiling at you from the face of a dew-dropped flower or hear me sing to you in the laugh of a gurgling brook will you sense my presence and feel my kiss upon the warm stillness of a gently, sighing nightwind will you will you remember me? Kathie Ferguson ' 75 .,. y ..•;.•,,. .-.• A .J .•: ■•. v.. ••;••.; • •..■••.• . 1a . - i • ••• • . • r••. ' ■•• ' .iV•:■ V • ' • • .. ' •■ .- • . ' ; : »i ' ' ■ . ' ■1. •• ■ ■•;■■ ' •. ' .?. ... ..:• VS.--- ■.