Carroll High School - Anchor Yearbook (Corpus Christi, TX)

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X N Sharon Albright Wedding Band She is really very pretty Her body slim and trim Her feminity is evident Her features do reveal Her teeth are straight and twinkle Her face is pretty but simple But yet there is no wedding band, l just can't understand She shows her individuality In the manner that she speaks But l hear her soft and easy Which puts my mind to sleep But yet there is no wedding band, I can not understand Maybe she has loved before And vvishes not to suffer more Or maybe she has not had time And now matrimony is in her eyes Or maybe she wants to be lonely For the rest of eternity And still there is no wedding band, l just can't understand. - Perry E. H. Fisher Life is a mystery, a voice beyond a vvay, a happening, a bird at davvn A love, a whisper silent night Dark and dangerous full of fright Life is strange in many ways A dark hope in a silver haze a shelter a hope silver hair twilight hopeful in my despair I get this feeling all the time as if l'm living in a rhyme climb a hill play guitar write of voices from afar Life is a mystery a bird at davvn to figure out is going beyond. - Tara Glass Literary - I47

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The Paint Box he old man sits nodding, dozing, it had been years since he thought, since he tried to feel, the moods, the mellow, the sad, the ultimate expression. is hand passes over the green, pausing, a swelteringjungle leaves shimmering in the heat, an emerald oasis, private, calm. He smiles, remembering. he hand slips over to the yellow, the glaring sun, a glittering topaz jewel in the heavens the scent of lemons, luscious, in the mid-day heat. He smiles, remembering. eaching the blue, the hand stops, a sleepy ocean, always elusive, luring men, always familiar eyes brimming with sensual love. He smiles, remembering. n the black, the hand trembles, the long night, wrapped in a coat of silent, dark velvet death, only a single word. so cold, and now so threatening He shudders, trying to forget. -Sandra Guerra The moon hangs low in a field of black its orange glow gives off the light that shines and fills the ground below. tiny stars twinkle in mischievous winks setting off silvery brilliance to the gazers and dreamers of tomorrow. shadowed by the light are mysterious objects their colors unknown, only shapes seen and imagined until daybreak. each night is slowly passed into day revealing how little we know and how much is left to learn. -vicki deck Literary