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

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Lettuce Leaves Green mountain range in my bowl, Moist, yetcrackling, Vibrations from my Vknife cause rivers ti roug When my fork breaks yflw' peaks I eel Soffyl In myimouth, dampness sweet or bitter, Every humid summer I relish my Himalayan Salad. Stuart.Cavalieri X ry . T if vfaklk Axaxlu- X' 7 f. 1 Q llv ' ', s v u Q I i ' ,N ff- AWILQQ, ' . f'1Cd:'-li. 147- H-6: ' 'J ,P.'Q 11 s Cx? 4'Ar-'y' f s 1229 . The Sea Turtle 11 kg your gu'lli'e5. f..p-.I'1'-'-7- The summer breeze blows softly Across the grassy hillside, Gold grass rippling like ocean waves, Not wet like water But more like amaiden's silky hair, 'Glistening in the sun, Bending in the breeze. The autumn 'breeze blows harshly Combing the golden hillside, .Whispering a warning of winter With ,ferocious stormy nights Which spread silent snowy blankets Over the trembling silken hair. Katie Westiberg The -mother sea turtle felt the small eggs she was ,carrying slide ia little within her. It was time to head for a nesting place. She swam toward the shore, following the drifting motion ofthe plankton and shrimp. As she neared 'the beach, the rolling waves caught her and threw her forward. Finally, she felt the soft, pebbvly sand beneath her flippers. Slowly the gpregnajnt turtle drew her heavily laden body up the beach. Behind her were Tleft tirelike tracks to show where she had passed. Underneath at withered palm tree she stopped. This would be the spot for as nest. The tree would give shade but as the sun crept across the sky, the shadow would move to give her eggs the sun's warmth. Flippers made ya rowing motion, throwing sand up in the air. With a flurry of her hind feet, the excess sand was .pushed away. Aftermany slow, tedious hours of hard toil, a large hole lay open 'to the world. The turtle lay over the hole with her hind feet spread wide. Soon the softshelled spheres dropped in liquidy clumps of twos and threes. They were as big as ping pong balls but were dented in some places. When no more eggs gave way, she covered the hole and slowly 'limped away. She was tired and sore but instinctively knew that if she didn't get to the water soon she would be too dry to ,ever have a, chance of living. With the same humping gait she made her way back to the breakers. She didn't once look back. She had ,already forgotteni about the newly forming sea turtles as she plunged slowly into the moonlit breakers. ' Marsha'Pope N a fm ' fm., ax ,- KJ9 1 fN N A fx . , xg ro 6 . N or , if' T H-6.