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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Ai -Aw' ' f -- X1 gf ll THE RESTFUL VALLEY Debbie Bloomberg DAYDREAMING I am thinking, I am on another world. I am floating around doing nothing. Nothing is bothering me, no noise, no sound, no people, no worries. I feel this way when I am tired or bored or when the day is beautiful. I feel like going outside and just walking around until the world comes to an end. Sometimes I iust feel like walk- ing through the beach, iust smelling the breeze over the water, and maybe sleeping there. I think daydreaming is good sometimes because you can see things that you never thought were alive. I like to daydream because I can forget everything. by Louie De Jesus, 9-I5 As the night falls and the darkness creeps up, all is silent, with only the sway- ing of the weeping willow and the whispers of the wind. Where the dew settles, it looks bright under the mystic moon. 'Tis where people rest out the strain and pain in their souls. People sometimes visit to see their beloved ones who are beneath the ground, as cool and dark as the mid of the night-so frightful, yet peaceful. Their dreaded tears will not be shed when there is always a place to rest. SLEEP by Dave Delgado, 9-I4 BLISSFUL DREAMS The moon aligns with the sun, causing complete dark- ness-to be lightened only by the steady twinkle of the stars and the soft glow of the corona encircling the sil- houette of the disappearing sun. This is nature's way of showing the world an unforgettable experience, but I too have had an unforgettable experience. The day I met you. by Mitchell Allen, 9-7 Sleep -sleep-sleep on and on! Dream your glorious dreams! Let the pungence of night surround you, before it is show- ered off, come dawn. For under the protective veil of slumber, God cannot tell you from an angel. by Debbie Bloomberg, 9-3 32