Galesburg High School - Reflector Yearbook (Galesburg, IL)

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Connecticut Memories Connecticut hills are Iilce songs to me, They lift my heart and malce it free. They urge me up where breezes blow To view the scattered daisy fields below. They talce me down where broolcs are found Running peacefully to a shaded town. The hilltops of Connecticut Are never thin and bare, I Icnow, for I've often piclced Wild strawberries growing there. Ile I was sitting on a river banlc When the sun had left the hill Listening to the criclcets As they one by one grew still. The shadows of the evening Came and covered me Xxfhile soft breezes caught the odors Of a sweet magnolia tree. The shadows soon grew darlcer And left the night to me, But I softly smiled and said, fl will hold this in my memory.: -Rena:Godwin EGOTIST YOU CAN T SEE WHAT'S IN MY HEART: BUT PERHAPS YOU WOULDN T BE FLATTERED. -ROSS N L ON AS I DIVE INTO THE POOL I FEEL WATER DAZZLING COOL RISING NOW AROUND MY FACE LATER SLIPPING BACK IN PLACE 1 W S

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I-leoven on Eorfh lr is spring, and God has given Us Heaven on earth again. Silver stars above blue hills, And yellow, sunlilce daffodils Are sweet with fragrant rain. The lilacs will be coming soon With maddening fragile loveliness And silvered aching pain. 0 Eyes, you cannot see it all--- There are beyond the whispering pines so tall Low lilting laughters in the wind And tumbling stars that are unpinned--- For Heaven's on earth again. Ir is spring and God has given Us Heaven on earthotoday. Budding boughs of willow trees, That whisper to the spring-sweet breeze, Are swinging into May. The hyacinth is budded too, With coral pinlc and silver blue The winded blossoms sway. ' O Heart, drinlc in your Fill ' Of candle-light, a misted hill, And all these wondrous things until they're gone For you may never see another dawn Ol Heaven on earth again. -Frances Regan PLAYFUL LITTLE SPRITEI AWFUL LITTLE TEASEI SHE ROHPED FROM HORN TO NIGHT JUST A JOLLY SPRINGTIHE BREEZE - RANCES LA F R THE SKY IS A LOVELY MOTHER TO THE EAST AND THE WEST-HER BOYS. THEY PLAY CATCH WITH THE SUN AND MOON FOR THE SUN AND MOON ARE THEIR TOYS. 1 TUR BU

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Things You Tolk About Art Immortal JUST A STONY SHIELD OF FLINT. THE WORK OF ONE LONG DEAD- A I I PIECE OF ND AN ART ENBODIED IN AN ARROWHEAD. I CAN SEE AN INDIAN WARRIOR CARVING WITH THE GREATEST SKILL FOR HIS ART TO HIM WAS SACRED AND ITS NEHORY LINGERS STILL. -FA I5 tall: about the seasons, The changes in the year, always happy When green buds do appear. You l am tallc about the Flowers That grow in yonder wood, Yes, l feel their beauty And would pluclc them if l could You tallc about the spring birds That sing their sweetest song, To them l cften listen As the hours speed along. You You tallc about the woodland, Ol the towering treetops green, Yes, l love to be among them, Aye, amidst their blending sheen. You tallc of all the world From the slcy to greenest sod, But l have often wondered Why you never tallc of God. -Dorothea Shaw I0