Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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I Pansed A Moment Upon A Hill I paused a moment upon a hill, Gazed down at the garden below, To the red clay and the muddy .slopes Terraced by strips of snow, To the wooden stakes in perfect rows, Standing stark and bare,- To the withered fvines still clinging For a life that wasn't there,- To the rotted stems and yellowed leafoes With hardly a trace of green,' To an old tree through whose boughs A lone black crow was seen, To the many roots of the corn stalks Brittle, having worked so long, All that remains of the tassels And golden silk, now gone. How much is man like the garden In the winter of his day, Clinging to lost dreams and chances That now have passed away, Bitter or saddened or lonely, Unable to recall youth's song, Leafoing cold stone as reminder Of the life that has come and gone. -SALLY Woon, '6 5. THE CRITIC

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