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

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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

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.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.

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It was the end of my world. All hopes of happiness had faded, as a dream that is so beautiful, passing like a cool summer breeze. You were my summer love, unique from all of the others. You came to me as quickly and as softly as a winter's blanket of new-fallen snow. You created me, enveloped me with security and an immediate sense of well-being. You were my future, my past, my everything. All of my hopes and dreams were reborn, as if by some mystical, magical reincarnation of a freshly blossomed flower. And like a flower did our relationship bloom to it's fullest beauty. And like a flower, when the cold north winds bring the death of summer and replace it with the sirs of autumn did our love fold and die. by: Patti Devendorf 1 7' 'N ,la Ziff 1 1 X JL ,jf l ,rl r ' i ff 4 X ,, I V W