Dabney S Lancaster Community College - Aquarius Yearbook (Clifton Forge, VA)

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Literary Club I Ill ig I ll .rf X. L. Cummings, P. Bryant, E. Honts, D. Self, K. Arrington. WHAT I AM Today I stood on a grassy hill, And cried because, I am what I am, And nothing more. People have gone before me, Have gone before me, And, f DX NI l' .am ,. - , ax., Z- t X: Q R2 y 5 ai ' A -an A sg I must go behind. Doug Ingram 83

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l aa Dorothy Self- Editor Larry Cummings- Asst. Editor The Lancaster Leader is published once each quarter. The Leaders goals are to inform the students, faculty, admin- istration, and community of the events and activi- ties at the college. gg?- .M ,,,, , ff: y tar ' ' if ,fa , I .-4' ' Q. , as T 1 i . . 'T l I l I l , ' 4 X 1 ' l l . . .. L '-v-- - l 2 ' 2:11, ' l, ,.'f,l .5 g ' T N141 ' ' fifflf A1 asf? ,. . ' I 1 Q I7 llfk w L ,... 1I'.ffET: 4 5' if - xl, tl I -::.p..tiE: f 'i V I... 5 f Qv J. W in .ft V 6 M 6: JN, Al . af , t if 1 T - +4-V ' .. MF' 5 ' yi' i ,V .-.T y .- , .. ,, , X U W. STANDING: E. Honts, K. Arrington. SEATED: L. Cummings, D. Self, and P. Bryant. 82

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HYMN TO HENRY LEE 'Tis the time of the rose Henry Lee this year's bloom you'll never see Conceived in shadows of the purple moon brought justice of death plucked from the womb The town cries, Henry was a bad seed Was life too strong, Henry Lee? or was it the sin of the purple moon? You crushed the old man's heart with fifty years of age Placed the ending shovel of soil upon his grave Did you have to tell the truth of the night of the purple moon? Henry, were you really full of hate or full of fear? Was the secret of the purple moon so great the night you sent the bullet to end Kate's fate Henry, did the hate grow that huge to take the life of wife and mate? People ofthe town still talk of the dance you made in 1896 From the rope that painted your face so blue 'Tis the season of the rose Henry Lee 'Tis the time of the purple moon Have you forgotton Henry Lee or are you restless in your dusty grave? 'Tis best you do not see the rose again 'Tis better Henry, you only see the roots of the rose which reach for thee Larry Cummings Hollins Literary Festival Finalist, 1970 THE ART OF LOVE lt begs to enter the whole of inner space, where the beginning of warmth overflows. Explosion of life comes under great joy, how can the beauty of pain be too hard. Sliding from the walls that once made you, it feels as though you were there before. Vibrations of touch ease the clawing burn, the fell is enough to cause me foam. Lust nowruns wild in the black forest, taking her now and then before a friend. Making strides and now that love abides, let rivers of life enter the find. Over and done in the art of love, life forms in the short of refrain. Fred Davis Lancaster Literary Contest Poetry Winner 1970 84