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

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Robin Ellenlzogen THE SUN AND THE MOON The Sun gets up and opens her eyes And lets her light shine through. She lets us know it's time to rise And perhaps we'Il get a big surprise. It shines all day no matter what But at the end of day It says good-bye and reminds us not to forget to pray. The moon comes up so big each night And shines upon us brightly. It lets the sleep begin to flow And soon we're sleeping tightly. And while we're sleeping so snug in bed The moon shines over every head. But at the end of every night the moon is gone. The sun is bright and another day comes into sight. by Marie Aspinall, 7-14 The moon looking down so bright and round Seemingly unable to utter a sound And the stars about it shining so bright Make it a little pleasanter Goodnight by Elyse Grossman, 9-13 f -QQTMTQTL.. T , -wwe TVWTTT TTTV. kg1gSgsjgg.5X.5,.LfA .T TTTNTT, es- Q TT Y .gems . , ,JT.,g.y T , Y , T TY 1 1 5 Q .1 Yew .,., .T l 'L T s 1 I ','j5?fl1ii::'? TT! 4 T H T- .. . T 55 ' TT Tl' Alf' . i J 1 --T 5+ ll ll T ,. l It T 'T T T-. f . ' 'TXT ,YWl23'T T 'M J . .T- ,N WT. T fi T t ,J st if T. . 1 rl 4 n. JEWELS OF THE EARTH Jewels of the Earth That people do not see. Like the golden sun And all the emerald trees. Stars glitter like diamonds Set in the sapphire sky So many hidden iewels Within the earth lie. by James Betts, 7-12 S.,

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Margy Szrlem SNOW Snow comes down flake by flake Onto ground and into lake Seeing how well it can make The wilted world a crystal cake. by Ellen Gershitz, 9-3 Clouds are animals Creeping and crawling, Gliding gleefully, Poking their noses into everything they see Then, like furry white kittens, They tiptoe by silently. by Helen Mars, 9SPl A SYMPHONY IN RAIN A rainstorm is a symphony The earth is its audience The raindrops are the instruments A plink here, a splash there And the thunder is the drum The lightning is the spotlight And the wind the microphone. by Arthur Rosenstein, 9-3 THE CHERRY .BLOSSOMS The cherry blossoms are like ballerinas Dancing gracefully to the tune of the windy Their tutus, pink and ruffled sway slowly, Light as fairies, carefree and gay They leap through the air. But soon they grow old. . Worn and wrinkled, they shrivel up Their happy life is over. Tiiey drift away, leaving nothing but a memory. And the promise of a new performance. by Jane Felder, 9SPl