Del Mar Middle School - Metamorphosis Yearbook (Tiburon, CA)

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The Reunion Have yOu ever been in the middle of it.all? It's like banging your head against a wall. People all talking so jumbled and loudh My head is whirling. Oh, what a crowd! Grandma is griping of old aches and pains, While Auhtie is bragging of old beans an$ flames. Daddy sits moaning about his bad job. The pay is so lousy, His boss is a slob. The baby is crying. He wet in his pants. The cake on the table is covered with ants. The food is all gone and twilight is near. The jokes have gone stale and so has the beer. Grandma's still knitting. The kids are all splitting, Kisses are near--that's the one thing-they fear. Kim Whybrew The Works of Man The works of man go rolling on Without a purpose. At seven-thirty breakfast is served, pancakes and orange juicet At eight-fifteen the garageroo 5 open and nothing happens, For the race of man no longer exists. The works of man go rollinglon without alpurpQSe, The robots go out and buy the groceries fOr an empty house. The food is served. It sits and then is Cleared away, For the raCe of man-no longer exists. The works of man go rolling on without a purpose. At nine o'clock the automated schoolroom starts and it is empty, TA dead, mechanized bird cage, without a bird, ,For the race of man no longer exists. The works of man go rolling on without a purpose For man has gone on and left a coffin of steel behind, Encasing the earth and nothing lives on this world, For the raCe of.man no longer exists. The works of man go rolling along without a purpose. Grass is growing up throughicracks in the street. There is the soUnd of buzzing insects filling the air, For nature is reclaiming the wasted earth. Tom Becker

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vigorously the many branches swing in the violently blowing wind. The Weeping Willow tree almost as huge as a mOuntain lets its many arms fly freely. As its many long thin arms fly, they look as if they are setting out to strangle anything in sight, This wildly swinging tree is surrounded by a wooden fence and a small house. And even with the surroundment of a fence and a house, this piece of nature is able to freely fly. Tanya Ansari The waves in the midnight Ocean are in splashing motion. The air is cold and dry as i watch the frightened gulls fly by. Leslie Marlowe