King High School - Coronat Yearbook (Corpus Christi, TX)

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For a short time you are alone. Away from the noise and contusion; Now is the time to think, to ponder, to dream . . . Tomorrow and each day that follows Will bring us closer to the fulfillment Of that dream— Or it can pull us away from it. Fear of dying before we have really lived Spurs us to run and laugh, And cry out loud for no reason: For the love of wonder We lay in the grass And count the raindrops on a flower: Or sit on a bridge And watch a stone gain speed as it drops And then plops into the water. And the water scurries from that stone As our thoughts often scatter from us; What a puzzlement! Are our thoughts as fleeting as rippling water? If ,so, then are our dreams As fragile as a thin sheet of ice? The only one who can answer that question is each one of us, But we must have tirhe to discover life— We must have time to dream . . . Opening 5