James J Reynolds Junior High School - Beacon Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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THE MINSTREL 30 POETRY What's the clifference 'tween poetry ,n' prose? What can it be? Nobody knows. A poem can he just like a song, singing all Jay, from night to morn, Or like a ship, sailing, In a sea, Of worcls Describing you or me. Maybe it's a Bird Flying in the sky Past the cloucls, Going by. Or mayhe A poem is a dream, of things, And the way they seem. But poems they are, Day by clay, Rainbows covering a slay of gray. On a lovely, lovely Jay, In the lovely month of Iune, A minstrel came to town, Playing a happy tune. He came to seek out A new town in which to live, A place for his home, He sought but to give. Each night he playecl, Anal the people sang. Happiness was founcl, Anct their voices rang. Each night he played, And the people sang. A maiclen stood out, Whose voice rang. by Helene Mars, 9SP1 He wantecl to approach her, praising her voice. His heart beat so louclly, He 'anew she was his choice. Oh lovely maiolen, With your lustrous hair, I long to he with you, But I fear you clon't care. Oh handsome minstrel, Each night as you play, I long for you also, Each and every clayf' They rode away together, The same clay they were wecl The people there still woncler, Why were they Both founcl cleacl7 by Miuam Atnramsohn 9 7

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ART AND LITERATURE Jets, rockets, ond missiles. This is the space cage. And yet, in this fast moving world, we still take time to point o picture or to write ci poem. Our creations are cu tcuste of the future, cm reflection of the stars, showing us the beauty of life yet to come, 'of life os it might be. They aim us toward our goals. Gail Helfmon

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