Bethany High School - Reverie Yearbook (Bethany, IL)

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Although 1 dread the ’morrow, Everything must go on. Making joy out of the sorrow, As each new day will dawn. And since our time is almost o’er, We never waste a day. Dimly ahead we see the shore, As our tide ebbs away. Julie Austin The sky is edged in silvery lace, Pink and gold clouds are reflect- ed on your face. The sky turns red and in a blink, it’s gone. How very beautiful, the coming of the dawn. The dew is glittering on the grass As 1 think of all that has come to pass. Sunshine awakens the sleeping flowers As time takes away our few precious hours. Julie Austin Here Comes The Bride Lace and locket, Full of pride. Veil and gown, Here comes the bride. Standing tall, In a lighted room. Dark and handsome, And here’s the groom. First the vows. Then the prayer, Finally the kiss, That they will share. The years passed by, With love and fun. And there came a day, When they had a son. Days went by, With lots of laughter, And so did the months, That followed after. Their son is grown up now, And stands with pride, At the front of a church, And here comes the bride. Kathy Moon A View From Transfere Hesperus above the hogback and Sharkstooth on beyond. Above the Mancos Canyon- silhouetted by the dawn. The aspen and the wild flowers are here with me below. They look on with “dew” respect at the mountains misty glow. Time moves on, leaving the dawn, and bringing the sunset nigh. The flowers fold upon themselves and the aspen quake goodbye. Steve Bone Flowing Waters The brook seeps by quietly Not lost but really found It seems so very gentle As the sun shines down The pond is even longer and As I sit on the bank My thoughts grew even stronger As deeper and deeper they sank The river is so wide It flows hard and strong The current is eternal As it sings its song The ocean is vast You can’t even see the end Watching it you lose yourself As deeper your thoughts bend. Rhonda Goetz 4

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The Sounds of Morning The dark clouds of night part to reveal a golden fiery sun. All is tranquil in this coming dawn. Suddenly the birds awaken from their silent slumber to sing of the new day. The buzz of the honeybees collecting their nectar compares to an accordianist mu- sic. A gentle swell of the breeze rustles the leaves in their applause to the morning glory. An old tractor struggling to start finally roars into action. It is peaceful here where I stand listening to the sounds of morning 1 realize soon the mid-day activities will shatter the calm, so I appreciate its beauty while I can. Cheri Lambird Just Dust in the Wind We are just a drop of water, in an endless and wide ocean. We are just a drop of water in a barren and lonely desert. We are just a face, in so many different, and yet beautiful faces. We are just a world, in the gar- gantuant space of the universe. We are just one word, in the whole word of all the different words. We are just dust in the wind, blowing around, yet not going anywhere at all. Just stopping for rest, once in a lifetime, then to be picked up again by a whole different, and yet interesting breeze. Amy Ford Time If I could place a wish now, it would be for me. It would be to have more time, if only it could be. Or just to understand it, how it flies so fast? where does it go to, when it’s in the past? Really people waste it. It’s valuable to me. I wish and need more of it. If only it could be. Sue Sharp The sun is hot, it’s shining down upon me in this ancient town. Here I dig, and sweat, and toil, making maps of “in situ” soil. Inch by inch, down we go, to uncover secrets hidden below. And when by chance a fact is found, It improves our picture of this archaic mound. Steve Bone 3

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