Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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AGAINST THE SKY Big boned pine trees laden down with snow Snow closes 'round the bushes but the berries still show. Mountains can't be seen save an outline in the sky Fading, fading, fading as the hours go by. Snow piling deeper on the stained grass ground Flurries in the sky flying down, around Patches of the dark earth still show through Leaving more work for the wind to do. Dark earth can't resist being covered by white lt's a good long rest having a five month night. Dark man's been resting a century or so And the wind has just begun to push away the snow. Strong black arms can be seen against the sky Bigger, bigger, bigger as the years go by. White men getting smarter to the strong winds blow Black men getting wiser as the space begins to grow. The last green leaves drop quickly to the ground They fall upon the rising snow and make a silent sound. The snow falls between the wisps of uncut hay And the sweet wind's blow seems to show the snow the way Big boned pine tree laden down with snow Snow closes 'round the bushes but the berries still show. Mountains can't be seen save an outline in the sky. Fading, fading, fading as the hours go by. - Thelma dflelman page lwcnlyzfivc

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COLD WINDS There's a cold wind blowing, child, lt's a harsh wind blowing, child, lt sweeps across all plains and its force Makes great trees bend. Under it a vast sea swells, Before it fly many storms. Feel it fan your cheek, child, it is cold is it not? You are frightened? Ah, but Hide your face not behind that rock, For above a great sun smiles And if the wind fails to conquer your spirit, If you can reach very high, A finger tip will touch a ray And then a warmth will fill your soul. Your eyes are bright, my little one, Reach out, reach higher, reach higher, But there's a cold wind blowing, child, Its a harsh wind blowing, child. -Elfzabeih Shulman IMMORTALITY The tragedy of death is meek And unsustained in the sweeping flow, That brings upon the mind The thought of death in death's self. To pass the mortal gate in conscious gaze And reflect to what end it seeks, Mortality becomes a thing of man, And death a single step ln soul's rebirth to life. A break prevails when conscious thoughts Relent to over tones of captured reach, And when this harmony in perfect stride Capitulates to mar unconscious hope, The will to look beyond is lost. A calm that's found beyond the eye, Is tempered only by the heart g If found this truth evolves in symmetry, Which passes past the real And locks itself, the soul, in greater light, In this rebirth of lifelessness to life. - Alzlron, Detnrau page lwenfytfaur

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I have sinned And I have sinned directly and indirectly And I have sinned the worst of all sins. I have compelled those who wish not to sin Into sin. The product of a so-called society Wlhich I, myself, have created. According to a code of laws Of an unknown something, And that is a sin For I have created and I have sinned out of nothing. And that too is a sin. I am the lover but not the loved The individual but yet the masses, The sinner, and the sinned. - lfylllfam Horwlll dfler walking and running in ll11'.r cold and flftldfllliul almo.rpl1ere llzere fir a plaee wlzere we are alwagx welcome. Ylzere in ll1e preerence of llze lclnd of people wlzo we know are nzore llzan Wl..f6 and more llzan wonderful we can .wp a lzol cup of eqfee. flnd ll IIJ' nalural llzal in a eommunllu Juelz am lluir llzere .rlzould lze ll1e.re people: llze gardener and lnir wlfe. I lze gardener wlzo lm .ro muelz more llzan jaw! a gardener f he lil' a doclor, a mlalefman, and a man ,ro wzlre llzal ll IIA' a pllu llzal llze world eannol paufe-for a momenl I0 lzlrlen lo l11'.r pl11'lo.ropl1-y. Here zlr llze l1ou.re wlzere you can .ffl down and lell all your .recrel llzouglzlm lo lz1'.r wlle and lo lzlnz and lzlrlen lo all llzelr wzirdom llzal gearir of experience lzave lauglzl llzem. page lwenly-.fix