Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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POEMS FOR Till, MOLECULE Each year around April or there about, Junior and Senior faces all show a pout, Time for the ''Molecule is drawing near, And poems must be written, without a tear Think as we will, and rack our brains, You really don't know, but it's quite a strain To write poetry with a rhyme, Yet try to make it sound sublime When it's written, we have all sorts of illusions Cf grandeur and fame and never seclusion; But then it comes back, in all its confusion Red ink, black ink, and so it doth go, To write a poem, for you people to show. Polly Wright '64 THINK! A poem—what is it? Oh, I think. a piece of paper, Pen and ink. It doesn't matter If you're bright, As long as you think You can write. Anyone can write a poem! All that he Needs to do is think. Even I can—See! Carol Sweeney 64 I'M NOT A POET I could not think of a poem to write. I thunk and thunk 'til The Edge of Night . Then I awoks to the Brighter Day And hoped to find the right words to say. Then all of a sudden the Guiding Light Plashed by my window and I knew what to write: NOTHING! Darlene Greenwood .'64