Kentridge High School - Accolade Yearbook (Kent, WA)

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SR' 'L Ta wee McLeod Does the river stop flowing when everyone leaves? Do trees pause their growth, when we do not see? Do the splashing waters still echo when no one listens? Do stars still light skies in an empty forest? Will the forest become lost in time, if no one is around to watch it? l hope so because l wouldn 't want such beauty to be wasted. 'Wh-Q wish. Tawee McLeod , '1F3 ti it Silently we 're drifting apart like the waves and the shifting sands. ln comes the tide and briefly it stays, but then it once again departs, washing everything away, Nothing is left, not a trace of what once was, once again the shore is smooth to wait until another print is placed in its obscure grayness just to be washed away by the swiftly flowing tide. Ru th Tressel Cindy Brueske The waves are unique when looked at one by oneg Yet all appear alike when viewed as a group from a far. Each striving for their own goals and destiniesg Yet all arrive in the same place, in time. One may be better than the one at its side, Yet all quietly vanish, unnoticed by the rest, The waves are individuals during the lifetime in which they exist, Yet they all die as one, in the world of many. Connie Kirsop MEMORIES 105

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Like a still lake with a surface clear as glass which reflects the trees and all which surrounds it, l can recall in the mirrors of my mind, those memories so very dear shimmering on so serenely not really pondered but quietly waiting to be remembered. Ruth Tressel 104 MEMORIES Sandy Kemp Morning mists, the smell of wood smoke lost spirits searching far away the honk of geese pirouetting across calling out in harmony. the stillness ofthe lake. Sun hiding behind clouds. Air is laced with Anne Acheson

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Find Find this place in beauty, Find this place in peace. Find it tranquil, find it calm, But find it, at the least. Findthis place in your mind, Find it in your soul. Find it happy, find it sad, But find it as your goal. For trees and birds May fall down and die, And all of the flowers may wilt. All of the wilderness May quiver and cry, And you shall be the reason why. So... Find this place, make it your own, Fill it with others, fill it alone. Fill it with love, and joy, and laughter, For those who love it Are here ever after. Shannon Kleinbeck Suki CHIPS 106 MEMORIES Suki Cates Moiiwv Natww l-ler hair was a waterfall of gold, cascading down soft shoulders. The sunlight reflecting through the shower of silky locks created a wondrous rainbow of assorted colors, l-ler eyes were two black stones resting at the bottom of a clear pond and natural blushing cheeks were a glorious, fiery sunset. Jerry Pa us