DeSales High School - Salesian Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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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

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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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LIFE CIRCLES My life became a single circle With several people in and out' Alone, yet crowded, filled to capacity. The night was grey with restless thoughts Winding in among the bodies. Are you happy? Yes came answers. Are you really happy? Yes? whispered my brain. Happiness, yes. had more than my share. But real truth? So hard to find. Around me people lived their lives Each hour I continued to breathe and run through days one after the other — Slowly the circle began to tighten one after the other — Slowly the circle began to tighten as things to me stopped being a game. Once again I heard the whisper — Happy? Yes. but there’s something more. So I left the circle Shattered it really, and stood And laughed as the pieces flew in all directions. The sun was warm and colors were throbbing with life about me. Long ago it was, I can hardly remember Yet even today I find the pieces of circle. Now understanding Sitting and contemplating, we reminisce about the way it was — a while — Stand and look at each other freely Turn and go our ways again. Happy? whispers my mind once more. Yes. I answer, Peace and I have met — after searching all this time. Good, comes the whisper, fading now, It’s all I could have hoped for you. Nancy Maney Encased in the sand With a blanket of sunshine, Is a head and a pair of feet tanning. The neck is surrendering to a clinging dog tag, And claiming the head is a camouflage hat Protecting its captive from burning. But the wind envelopes the guard in its grasp And the face of the veteran emerges. The I ines on his countenance reveal a struggle To divide himself like the surf from the sea And find out what each might mean Like a rock that’s bombarded by both, but stands free. Debbie Long