Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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Shrubs there were and orchids rare, O’ertopped by majestic pines; And the sky, serene and fair, Was hidden by clinging vines. Dangers now, before unknown, Pit-falls hid by leafy screen; Paths by poison plants o’ergrown, Made the group of graver mien. But the guides were watchful and wise, And always so clear and bright; We saw through their stronger eyes Visions hidden from our sight. Soon the sun in clearer rays Illumed the path that led Beyond the forest’s maze Up to the cliff’s rocky head. Far above us the heavens blue, Now in benediction smiled; Flowers gay near pathway grew, From the valley blew breezes mild. At our feet, the woods so grim, Now seemed green and fair to view; F ar away the valley dim Lay bathed in limpid dew. Waiting not to backward gaze, Still with eager feet we pressed From the foothills’ rocky ways Towards the mountain’s snowy crest.

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Cte Poem Ray Johnson, ’ll The mountain was far away, Its summits gleamed gray and dim, But the group was blithesome and gay That would climb the heights so grim. The springtime painted the world With colors of purest dye; Nature’s gayest flags unfurled To greet youth’s bright, eager eye. We gathered the lovely flowers That blossomed along our way, Nor thought of the hastening hours But lingered ever at play. Now the splashing brooks we crossed As o’er the lowlands we pressed; Some from the party were lost Straying away from the rest. The journey was almost play, But the guides so wise and grave, Gave care and counsel each day, Careless feet from mire to save. Soon the meadow we forsook By winding devious ways, By marshy spot and quiet brook Reached a wood of darksome maze.

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In steep cliff and wooded slope, In mighty ridges it arose; But we were spurred on with hope To conquer these newer foes. Although the way seemed longer, As the time went fleeting past; We found that we were stronger Each passing day than the last. Pure and clear, the mountain air Affected us as old wine, Crushed from lucious grapes so rare, Grown on fruitful treasured vine. Now with the summit so near. Since all our dangers were past, We set forward with a cheer, And so reached our goal at last. Tonight our ways are parting, Tonight our sadness is rife; Tomorrow we are starting On the long journey of life. This goal has not been in vain, Although before us we see New summits in endless chain, Reaching to infinity.