Humboldt County High School - Winnada Yearbook (Winnemucca, NV)

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WINNADA Poets' Corner DAWN First streaks of dawn are weird and grey And touched with silver light; While stars still twinkle through that grey, Exhausted, by the night. The pale moon's face looks tired and wan, As if no hope she sees; The sad moon swiftly glides along And drops behind the trees. Now light creeps quivering o’er the land, Not resting on the way— Then rushes forth and waves its hand And changes night to day. —Evodia Hadden, '35 THE TINY BUD As I walked down the road one day I saw a little flower, The bud had just released its fold To receive the April shower. It seemed to cry, Oh stop! Oh stay! And have a chat with me. Don't go unheeding on your way, You'll miss the things I see: The lady bug, the cricketts, too, The ants and busy bees, The tiny beads of clinging dew, Small buds on Aspen trees. The shiny specks of glittering sand, Young blades of .soft green grass, Insects marching hand in hand, Oh, see these as you pass! —Theodora Pultz, '37 DANGEROUS THINKING It doesn't do to think While studying in school About a hunting trip, Or the catfish in the pool. Altho' I do know better, I keep seein' on the page A blue lake, and ducks flyin', As I grip my old twelve gauge. It doesn't do to think— This has been told to me By teachers and by all the rest, But I'm hopeless as can be. —Robert Gorham, '37- AUTUMN IN NEVADA On the creek's edge the columbines bloom, Their bright red flowers giving off a fragrant odor; Motionless, they lift their chubby faces to the light, More beautiful still, their sisters hide in the crevices of rock. Down in the valley twilight has come; A veil of purple shadows the mountains; A faint, cool breeze hustles over the earth; The columbines still lift their sweet fair faces to the twilight. —Dora Gibbons, '35 MEMORY Memory is a little guest Who comes to visit me; Some days he makes me Feel so happy and other days He hurts--- Until, then, I think memory IsVa little snake that comes To torment me. —Frank Pedroli, '34

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