Laguna Blanca School - La Honda Yearbook (Santa Barbara, CA)

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TIM MESSICK It is only a little planet But how beautiful it is. Water that owns the north and west and south And is all colors and is never all quiet, And the fogs are its breath . . . All the free companies of windy grasses . . . Pure naked rock . . . ... A lonely clearing; a little field of corn by the streamside; a roof under spared trees. Love that, not man apart from that. . . -Robinson Jeffers I find that the three truly great times for thinking thoughts are when I am standing in the shower, sitting on the John, or walking. And the greatest of these, by far, is walking. -Colin Fletcher 43

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Song to a Seagull Fly silly seabird No dreams can possess you No voices can blame you For sun on your wings My gentle relations Have names they must call me For loving the freedom Of all flying things My dreams with the seagull fly Out of reach out of cry I came to the city And lived like old Crusoe On an island of noise In a cobble stone sea And the beaches were concrete And the stars paid a light bill And the blossoms hung false Out of the city And down to the seaside To sun on my shoulders And wind in my hair But sand-castles crumble And hunger is human And humans are hungry For worlds they can ' t share My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry I called to the seagull Who dives to the waters And catches his silver-fine Dinner alone Crying where are the footprints That danced on these beaches And the hands that cast wishes That sunk like a stone My dreams with the seagulls fly Out of reach out of cry Joni Mitchell 44 JANET WILSON = 1