DeSales High School - Salesian Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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In the middle of the night, In the middle of the road, In the middle of the snowstorm. In the middle of my youth, I stood. The snow encased my body With its downy robe, While it flickered past my nose, And suddenly I sensed it. The snow-heavy trees, The blanket-white earth, And the snow-specked sky Met my scrutinous eyes. In a storm-sparked drift I saw us. My body heaved; my heart pounded Against my ribs like an animal Caged and longing to be free, I laughed and I wept I laughed and I wept. I ran; yet I stood still. I gave and I received. I forged ahead; yet held back. I held her hand and met her gaze. My palms sweated and my nose froze. My insides jumped and my body calmed her. I loved: no — we loved. I faced her and my greedy eyes drank of her beauty. Her downy hair glittered with the snow, And her pool-blue eyes sought mine. I embraced her and she clung to me. There we stood. In the middle of the night, In the middle of the snowstorm, In a warm embrace. My nerves tightened and my eyes watered. My arms were empty. I cursed my mind, While my blank heart wept. The blue sky sparkled While the blonde snow felll I embraced it and It clung to me. Cracked hearts; angered, bitter, tongues; bright, shining, joyous eyes; glow from within. Feeling. Lilacs freshly blooming; smoked ham waving through white kitchens; spices mixed with cool air, in pantries: fresh, white, cleansed sheets blowing in sunshine filled backyards. Smell. Kathy Fuchs People so seldom say I love you and then it's either too late or love goes. But when I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean I know you'll never go, only that I wish you didn't have to. Anonymous The frozen earth is witness to the broken promise. Spring never came, but flew — Like all old songs, it died never to be again Broken — left to be burned. V. I. 10 Steve Tandle

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The One Reality: Time or My Favorite Toy I had this toy one time I used to play with it everyday. Sometimes I thought I had lost it for good, But sooner or later it would turn up again. My parents used to warn me about it. I never understood what they meant. They said I was going to hurt myself, with it one day, I couldn't see how an innocent little toy could hurt. My aunt said I was wasting it, But I thought little about it. It was just there for my pleasure. One day I lost my toy. My parents were right. It did hurt. Kathy Fuchs This fragile disfigure stands alone. Inside develops a breath of life. Streams of joy flow through her While pangs of pain throb intensely. It's almost here, but when . . . how . . . and who... He leaves me to care on my own, But why. For he finds someone else's love. That which is better than mine. It's only seconds now before the day brings happiness . . . The moment has come . . . It’s a girl! Lorraine Salone One by one the leaves fall dead upon the ground One by one the days slip by One by one they end One by one my dreams Cause tears One by one they fall Life is simply one by one One until the end Vicki lannpollo WARNING: AMERICA I am an American boy And you make me play with that M-16 toy. The Four Winds blow the threat of war, Anarchy, Filth, Disease and more. People we must end the hate. Before we reach the Final Date. And if we are too late We will deserve that fiery fate. J. W. Nittler 11