Contoocook Valley Regional High School - Yearbook (Peterborough, NH)

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...i 2 X 'QM -s M A Tear of God 1 S I' C- .J mL W Here is the church, there are the people. WWW' Where is the bell that rang in the steeple? It rings no more. A W The bell has no faith in the people. I fi ,.. The people have no faith at all. A A And the paint keeps cracking on Q ,Y the Sistine Chapel walls. . , And even those holy people Q have lost faith. g ? Q The sun no longer shines through A the stained- glass windows Q As the clouds threaten overhead. It is not a drop of rain Qu' but a tear of God. E' compliments of Q X Kenneth La Roche L A 1 Q s X X That day, While you were crying, s I knelt before the window i and watched the evening grey Q dull the autumn gold. . And far below, a wooden wagon wheel f K lay snugly, gently, X wrapped between Q the milkweed foids. X w y Then a fallen maple leaf , lighted on my N windowsill, and flew away 4 as I got up to go to you and dry your eyes. S A But you had left, y , f and I alone, n sat very still. ' Skip Philbrick T faraway G

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You woke this day, and cried. You saw today and It made you sick. Broken dreams turned to reality, just as they said. They said you are small and weak against the wrong, And they were right, and you cried, Go, child, and find your own and make it good. We are few, but we can work. Someday they will be gone, and we 'll be strong. Bill Gaw Peterborough N. H. I went walking yesterday at 3. nas., Iii MT- -' rm Cdi1miiew'iiaZQaE0'aW0Sro,vadam, 9 lm5fm050fl Swine, wastes, momvietwe am tr mkgqrog 'l', he alas has brown! elegstowbqe. 54135 . -5 Q35 'H h Time 's greedy arms reach out And grasp each passing moment. They flee past, hoping to escape The magnetic possessiveness of Master Time, But the sticky, love-hungry fingers of Time Are Luisurpassable. Tears are shed from forlorn eyes Whipped by his child-like loneliness. He 's an empty machine - Attempting to fill his cavity With parts from a flesh world. He cries For he 's only noticed When he robs the chain Of its memory-filled locket. Marilyn Weir King Arthur went past once W I l noticed things along the way. Chasing fairy dragons away with guns. Jesus Christ was at the corner With a tin cup and dark glasses Jesse James was in the store Having frm with people with strokes of his pen. E The devil was at city hall Signing souls to a 1rip to the garden. There was a Ku Klux Klan meeting today And people with black robes were everywhere. Martin Luther King was there Next to Jack the Ripper and President Nixon. I saw many things that day Q is it, or is it HOI. yes, it is not, but no, it is. not only is it, but it is only, And I kept on walking. isl-1't it? Matt K3l'1'13.Ik Bill Gaw Intricately built sandcastles and dreams grow from the flat wastelands of sand. Gingerly-working hands tend the walls and protect them from the jealous iide. Fingers poke gentle holes for windows and passageways to the heart 's desire. Soft-rounded legs run to the shore to fill pails with water and two clenched fists lug it back again. Behind the great shell verranda, a salty face lined with time holds a dream while his hands continue to burrow a most against the rising tide. Marilyn Weir Y! , , ' ' ,. , . ,I ry 0 ...A Q f ' T Q XR r Lg Q G -- Q, 3. 2 Qgfl 4 ..,,'35 QL 93 ' 1120 M A N - A.M-W. t X , 2,0 5

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