The Bush School - Tykoe Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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78 LITERARY IINIPERIALISTS I watched a plane When years I had gained, A silvery, eagle-winged giant. Its speed and its comfort caused all to commend it, A stream-lined, window clad liner was this- Business it aptly was called. I watched a plane , When conflict had come, An earth-shaking, camouflaged monster. Its power carried fear to enemy nationsg This menacing, ruinous bird of the battle, With Destruction its well-chosen title. I close my eyes, And I watch a plane, A misty obscure apparition. A gun-bearing, hate-wreaking dragon is this? Or a smooth-bodied, friend of the world? I cannot tell its use and description, For 'Future is the name of this plane. -Jana Pratt-Senior GREEN MOSS It was beautiful there beneath the sea. The sun, shining through fathoms of clear green water, played on the schools of tiny, bright-colored fish, and on the larger lazy-moving silver fish. A clipper ship, hardly visible lay buried in the sand, with only the rotted hull and pointed mast dis- cernible. The soft brown wood and white sand were made one by the waving green moss and pink coral covering them. This pleasant place was occasion- ally disturbed by a groping tentacle from behind the fortress of coral which transformed the water into an apparently alien place for all ani- mation. Then back would drift the lazy fish and the moss would stir again. But once, just once, it was more than a hungry sea monster that filled the happy place with terror. It was the monster of man, a great iron devil that belched flashing tubes which swam without fins, but with the speed of light. When the fish at last dared to re- turn to their homes, and the moss to sway again there came through the fathoms of water an exploding, blazing, oil-coated mass of sheered metal that slowly settled down with a deep groan and last sigh, to join the other ship in death. It was long before the moss ven- tured to grow on the monster, but when it did, interesting and appalling things were seen. What were these strange staring creatures with hands grasping at locked doors or caught half way out a jammed porthole? Eventually the grey mass became as natural as the ship of a hundred years ago, and nestled close to it in the friendly sand. The tiny gold fish found a new home in its many in- tricate apartments. The slimy crea- tures finally disappeared, and only a. small white hat was left floating in a half filled chamber. Lovely coral and bright colored fish soon beauti- fied man's destruction and the green moss swayed gently with the tide. -Kay Parker-Sophomore A POETIC ESSAY ON TI-IE TURKEY The turkey is a bird quite rare, He lives in sundry places. His legs and beak are very bare. He's fond of making faces. When hungry he is know to Feef! ' His appetite is big. His favorite vegetable is beef, His favorite meat is fig.

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LITERARY IMPERIALISTS '77 CHAPTER FOUR LITERATURE BURMESE BACKGROUND Velvet footfalls, Soft upon the carpet. Soft as if you were still walking the mossy jungles of your ancestors. Not conquered, but condescending, Condescending to grace our home with your presence. Cool, unflinching eyes-jade green eyes- Eyes that might belong to a stalking goddess. Rippling fur, unconscious grace-v symphony of motion when you walk. Savage stealth, unfathomable mind, How far above or below our own? Man has never mastered you, nor ever willg You are your own possessor, You stateliest of creatures, The cat. -Babs Peyser-Junior SCREAM IN THE FOG The dense, heavy fog, typical of that time of the year, hung over the harbor and the water front, and the stillness of the night was broken only by an occasional fog horn from some small tug out on the harbor. Coming down the street, far in the distance, the steady, faint tapping of heels could be heard. Mr. Grady, the policeman on this beat for five years, stopped under a street light and lit a cigarette. At the sound of approach- ing footsteps, he looked up and saw his relief officer. Hi Grady. All well? . All is calm as a sleeping dog. Guess no one dares venture out in this awful soup. Well, I'll go get a cup of coffee now and then go home. Be careful, this is a nasty night. With these encouraging words the two men departed, one to the com- fort of a nice warm room, the other to his old monotonous routine of pa- trolling the docks. As each went out of view, a blood curdling scream rose from the direc- tion of the harbor. The sound of run- ning footsteps and a whistle were heard, then stillness settled again only to be broken by a moaning fog horn. Out of the darkness, a lone solitary figure slipped, cautiously looked around before he crossed the street, and then he seemed to fade into the darkness of some doorway. Presently he again appeared and went directly to a cheap rooming house a few blocks up. With his hand on the door knob, he turned towards the harbor and muttered to himself, Well, that's done. He'll never cause any more trouble again. He stealthily let himself into the rooming house, and climbed toward his third floor room. A few more steps and he'd be in the safety of his room, when- Good evening Mr. Stephens. Why. what's the matter? You look as if you had seen a ghost! Well, I see you don't have that darned old cat with you. Did you have trouble get- ting rid of it ? -Janis Kerr-Senior I WATCHED A PLANE I watched a plane When I was quite small A dare-devil, bright painted craft. The tricks it performed astonished the crowds, A fun-loving, carefree show-off it was- Entertainment it had for a name.

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LITERAY IMPERIALISTS For dinner there is nothing better, QMuch to his disrnay,J Than himself all baked in butter. Oh! unhappy day! So we'll leave our little friend a- boiling, In his grease so deep. He didn't succeed the axe in foiling, Oh, turkey don't you weep! Ann Denny-Sth Grade 'Feef-the noise a turkey ma-kes when he is hungry. SHOES The cobbler looked at the shoes he had in his hand. They were old fash- ioned ladies' walking shoes with a white kid top trimmed in lace. The heels needed building up. He won- dered who would be wearing a pair of shoes like this in this age. When the shoes were repaired he watched for the person who would call for them. A young girl turned out to be the owner. When the cobbler asked her why she was having them re- paired she said that they were to be the something old in her wedding. It was a custom that had been ob- served since her great-grandmothers time. The next pair of shoes he became interested in was a pair of boots. They were covered with mud and needed polishing and soles. When they were ready he noticed that they were both for the left foot. As it turned out the man had only the left leg and he worked as a surveyor. On his way home the cobbler no- ticed the shoes of the people he saw on the street. The minister's shoes were a little worn at the toe probably from praying. A little boy's were scuffed all over from climbing the cement wall in his school. A woman's pumps, black fthey had once been brownl were the next. She was poor and had to dye them instead of buying lss-A.s.... - . o,,,7.? new ones. Two soldiers in their G.I. boots passed stepping briskly with rhythm. He looked at the shoes of them all. No one could understand why he was a cobbler. It seemed ironical that he should mend shoes because he had no legs. -Diane Halsey-Sophomore A CONVERSATION WITH A MINUTE Tiny, fleeting minute, Scarcely worth this rhyme, Slipping on so swiftly, Through the hands of time, First future, then present, Very soon you're past, Such a flashy fellow, Can nothing make you last? The minute flies by quickly, But much to my surprize, The tick-talk which it gives me, Is extremely wise: Spend my seconds carefully, Later you will find, Some usefulness remains, Though I am far behind. ' -Betts Hansen-Sophomore THE GREAT BLACK OGRE Hopes undone, Words unsaid, Rhymes unwritten, Books unread, Work to finishw Yes, but when? Growing, growing heaps of things, Heaps of things that might have been. And then is born a horrid, crawling thing, That lurking, smirking, skulking black imp, Time. That loathsome murderer of all things good, That watching, waiting, hungry devil, Time.