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

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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

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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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You're under pressure and are being timed. You become hot and nervous and you feel shakey. You hear people breath- ing. Your hand is sweating. The teaCher is silent. The room is quiet and peaceful, but you're hot. You feel like smashing the wall of silence, to yell out and be free of the heavy Chains of pressure. You can't work, You day dream of swimming Or playing. Your eyes are glued to the clock. Ten minutes and yOu've done nothing. You-cuss silently to your? self. You've got to do something. You canit just sit there and stare into nothing. The clock seems to smile, just know: ing you won't have time to finishu You Concentrate, but in vain. You notice the teacher staring at you and you pretend to jot something down. Three-more minutes. No! You've got tO'dO something. Your hand tenses until, in a burst of anger, you hear a loud snapl Your pencil just broke. You swear hard to yourself; Then the final hideous word comes. Like blaok death, the teacher laughs to himSelf and sharply cackles TIME! James Long A Flaw In a Glass Diamond The dew was in sparkling dropletsi covering the arms and hands and'spindly fingers of the trees of the forest, The flowers that grew in huge colonies were fresh and beautiful from the long midnight drink. The sun highlight-. ed the tall grass. There was no breeze, but all was not stilli Reflections of dew bounced joyfully and the pond that was small but clear, rippled ever so gently as a dragon-fly flitted for a sip- Mother Nature threw the world into reflection for-me. There was a pale blue sky and it was dawn after the first spring rain when a colorful rainbow smilediat me. Everything was So perfectly beautiful- And I lit my cigarette. V Joceiyn Knight