Glenoak High School - Aurum Yearbook (Canton, OH)

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POETRY AND PRO E Morning Song Rising very slowly, The sun dispels the darkness, Awakening the night. Rising very steadily, They Are Only Names I am surrounded by people. People whose names I know, but whose faces are covered by the ground I walk upon. I will never know more about these people other than their ages and the two most significant and traumatic dates in everybody's life. This information is recorded on row after row of dingy grey blocks of stone. Most are scarred with nicks, scratches and cracks from time and weather. Also implanted in the ground are bronze-colored plates whose in- scriptions are now covered with snow. At this time of year, there are no real flowers here, the few flowers seen are plastic. However, the layer of snow has a resemblance to a blanket- keeping out the cold from those beneath it. The quietness could be peaceful to many who visit if only it did not symbolize what so many fear yet no one can deny-death. Patty Trumpeter Winterscape Winter-bare trees shiver in the bitter cold as glittering snow swirls in tiny whirlwinds. Care attempt to climb icy streets-somewhat like the human race-always slipping and back-sliding before reaching the top. The sun explodes into flame, Burning rapidly. Evergreens covered with soft, fluffy sonw appear almost warm while other snow-laden trees Retiring Suddenly, stand naked and freezing, as the brisk wing The S1111 fades i1'1t0 night, whips through their branches. Sleeps soundly. Lu Ann Skelly Renee Strasser Cramped Style Bedtime Thoughts is what I have a bad case of- because of you just when the act is going smoothly you enter the scene- an endless commercial- and screw up the whole picture. Maybe I ought to change channels- or better yet TURN THE TV OFF! Leslie Dougherty Before I close my eyes and go off to never-never land, my mind drifts into another world. It wanders back to those good old days of skinned knees, hop-scotch . . . and even fairy god-mothers. With all due respect to present and future, my mind carefully repeats the important incidents of the past twenty-four hours like a tape-recorder, so that a single experience of the day just past won't be missed. Marlene Silver