G Ray Bodley High School - Fultonian Yearbook (Fulton, NY)

Page 37 text:

.14 go! ecfion O your emorieo f 44, Jw., l When I first came across them, they reminded me of twinkling white stars on a clear balmy night. Minute in size, they resembled lilies of the valley- dabbled with specks of soft brown. They danced upon long green threads- like daffodils in the breeze, They were the fruits of the Alpine Air- Fresh. Pure. W I . I , , , in EC. im fried A f ',,c35i ,Lx H fbi., 4 ggi! NXQKX El Q I w er N r N1 S kv y . fi iiligeif- Li li' ffiw if H l 1 l l T' l Q Y lf X , , X fm is i lr ff W ii x ,IJ Y, XA fff. if f oemd offecfiuefy Cf Cgarflz Caroudef caving Carousel living - that's what we call it, that's what life is all about. Live for the present, tomorrow is but a myth, live for the joys of today. A carefree existance: celestial delights- dancing before us, spinning around! Our disposal-all society knows the answers to all of earth's problems, so please, don't worry your head. If you don't like the bother, just throw it away! But what will become of us when it all stops turning? What will happen when the music fades away? gpifogue There was a living planet in an otherwise dead solar system. Legends brag of how life once flourished there, but to look at it now, it's apparent that life could not exist there. They say the people became dissatisfied with its vast beauty, and erected concrete citiesg which were bathed by dirt laden skies. Jealousies arose among the race that inhabited that great ball, and slowly they poisoned themselves until it became what it is now, Insignificant. DEAD. as r Q e A if j .k lg. is ls f if li lik The beautiful petals reached forward and enfolded the young bee, but unlike the flower, the bee could not remain rooted, so eventually the bee left, taking part of the flower's insides, and left the flower along once again. ggebrafion .x4nJ praiae This far away abode-no one knows of it but me. Fields of green grass and cloverg animals running free. Life is a constant renewal: replenished and refreshed each dawn. Praise to the master artist, who designed this pretty picture so well- so minutely balanced, so pleasing to the eye. af ed.

Page 36 text:

l 7 I o CMJ 'IXILMJ On fmfeffw ffm Peep through the grass while you lay in the sun, ,ieiilzgeaslguygxiegijgnilgiea choice' with 'its magical world of colors and smells, I Camus aik you to open ygur eyes and hoptoads and snakes shading under blue bells, because it was your Choice to Close: them- while civilation around you will buzz. I can,t ask you to accept reality But you cannot hear it while you're where you are. because by now you,re immune ,go it. Youfre dreaming of places that aren't really far. I no longer Watch your progress. Where flowers are velvet and coated with sun, for as your friend it hurts too much. theyopen their petals to let you climb in. ' When I was but younger I journeyed this path my eyes say the beauty that I knew would pass. For the price of my growing, I knew I had paid, Q in losing the child's awe I knew wouldnlt last? A 42 I ' So when I am old and decrepit with age, l? and children climb over my garden walls, 9 S Q awaiting them there are the beauties of life, ' ' that will awe them like I until growing up calls. wi 5 xl 1 WW 3 f' Q f .a N 'V' i 4 I' 5 ClL25,92Cll 0 WaLe5 We CW kg I X- 1 is Daryl wutoio ' IT? f Vg In this world of cruel and scaley things QA '-, :ji 5 5 N o one dare guess what tomorrow brings X T-T ' And everyone claws at the nearest heart 3? 3 A F 5 5 wi tearing and slashing their sould apart 4, by v F., S.,-, '-Q-'E Everyday they watch me die A ?,4'-egg-of,--'i-'5 '-51 u 1 But only Shakespeare makes me cry. . - - I tiff- ,- forts F3 fi ei Play with my mind, world, and tossle my brain L ' IG 1 - lx E-95 r Break my heart, apply your stain Q, Elf ' X X ' ' Laugh and jeer at what you see W E5 .L g, ff' X J Nothing you do will bother me E F I N i Everyday I watch you die X , x But only Shakespeare makes me cry. GJ X L N Q, 9 V Use your iron fists of hate X X World, you alone decide my fate You'll never hear me beg from you So, work your evil ,till you're through Everyday I hear you die But only Shakespeare makes me cry. Here - you've overcome me now Yet I feel little pain somehow I am rock, your assaults in vain My soul, my mind, you'll never reign You stood in victory while I cried But - only because William Shakespeare died. i lflicflffw f

Page 38 text:

Judi Clzance Majestically rolling, 'cross seas of green and grey Traveling with Mercury, yet gentle as the breeze Winding the stages of eternity back to days of remembered joy Days of regal dominion over a sea of grass, untouched by those false implements of construction, the human hand. Rolling body, haunces high, rippling glaze of silver-slick. Swish of powerful mesh of tail Softened plush of pounding feet As the last of those legendary wild Western Stallions makes a last rush for freedom from a state of no escape. Xml 7 I JJ