McKinley Junior High School - McKinleyan Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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IIIE IIIIII IIIIIII' A rain-drop is born, and falls to its death In only a few short seconds. But not one is wasted. Not one runs from death, Or worries time away, Or squanders itself on thought-S Past 01'fufW'9- It lives for the time that it is now. It plunges downward, yet frets not As life passes before it. And while approaching its splattery end, It regrets not things it might have done l But smiles as it lands on mans earth to die. by Steven Athanail 9H1 WIlIl TIIIIIli You're as free as the wind And you live as you like it You have no ties with earth You know no limit, You're a Wild Thing. Who could ever capture you? Who would have the heart To shackle you to reality, And watch you pace a cage. Cages were never made for a Wild Thing. So you keep on the move Never resting for long, Can anything make you want to stay ? Can just love hold you dowz ? I love you Wild Thing. by Donna Kennedy 9H1 THE MAZE The paths to follow are many The route will be your own, The entrance to the maze is open, From then on you're all alone. The roads are long and turning, You'll meet others along the way, Then turn your back for a moment, And lose them the very next day. Some do make it through, And some have time to spend, But so many are still lost and looking, Never to reach and end. by Cathy Cantor 9H1 LIFE You escape from the shouts, the noise, and the light ' To sit alone, think, and wonder about lde. You think about people you see day to day, How you listen to them--yet not know what they say. About things going on, you can't believe are true, Wanting to help, but not knowing what to do. What is lure, some kind ofa scheme ? Maybe its really your own private dream. by Annelie Fahlstedt 9H1 IIEAIII Sometimes I come quickly, Sometimes slowly. I take all. Young, old, light and dark, Not caring who I will hurt. Sometimes I 'm welcome, Sometimes not. But I come nevertheless. by Arleen Leckie 9H1 41

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EARTH-MMI He rises every morning at seven. He eats, dresses, catches the eight-o-five bus. He walks seven steps, buys a paper, nods 'TIello to vendor. He rides up sixteen floors enclosed in steel and glass. 'He types forty-five words per minute, twenty- seven hundred per hour. He takes the five-ten bus, arrives home at five- forty five. He eats, undresses, goes to sleep. He rises every morning at seven. Why does he hate ? Machines don 't hate. by Jill Schreiber 9H1 CITY BUSINESSIMN You read your morning paper You say Oh well, someday. . . Then you put your little hat on, And go along your way. You go into your office. You groan about the pay. You look outside the window - There 's a building in the way. You'll never know the country, You'll never be really free. You just write down all the numbers - And you miss the BMT. by Paul Griffin 9H1 40 ESCAPE A calm and serene day, Filled with joy and happiness. A quiet isolation ---- The golden Sun Shines down upon him, Transfixing him into a world Of dreams, hopes and wondersg Slowly he drifts from the world 's grasp, Never to return again to that cold, joyless reality. by Irene Svokos SE3 THE SHIP A tiny boat engulfed in a sea of dreams sails On a never ending cruise of fantasy. A bitter breeze blows in desperation But the ship sails on. by Carrie Valiant 9A1 THE CLUUDS WERE All ARUIINIJ ME The clouds were all around me, Tears were everywhere. The sun broke through and found me, I now without a care Dejied the door that held me in And stepped out freely from within. by Camille De Lasky 9H1

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THE BIGUT The bigot is a closed book, once published but never revised. The bigot is blind because he chooses to be so. The bigot is a bigot because he chooses to be so. by Ann Gabriel SE3 UH MEPHISTO Vietnam, Jordan, Syria, Smallpox, leprosy, malaria, Disease, poverty, war, Burned Bibles and forgotten lore, Broken faith and dying trust, Oh Mephisto, why do you torment us ? Guns, terror, blood, Hurricanes, tidal waves, floods, Murder, rape, dope, Prejudice and buried hope, Death, lust, hate, Oh Mephisto, is this to be our fate ? BUCK And when it's time for this world 's rebirth, Black U18 just a Colon Will you once again walk the earth, Black doesnft mean a thing. And tell us that hope is beyond our mortal ken, Black makes S0 much tmuble, And then go back to your devils den Black was Mawin Lathe, King' And bring us another generation of death, horror, Black got beaten for it, i and Cfzmef Black had to take it too, Oh Mephisto, will you haunt us till the end of Black always the bad color time? Black never Christian or Jew Black can't learn to read or write by Chlayens 0 '-gland 9H1 Black just cause your color ain't light Black Ijust came out that way GLURIUUS VIETURY Black and Black I'm bound to stay. Six-hundred good men lost by 373017714472 Gamble 7E1 Six-hundred never to see the sun But it was small cost. We silenced forty guns. HALF Two-hundred people died rioting, I hem' 0 U0iC9 I Cfmnvt fmswef' Someone called the National Guard. I hear a song with no last stanza. was this why the men were erying? I See Cl CWCZQ half a size No, Tom Seaver was hit hard. All the people have half an eye. I hold G broken Pencil in my hand- This week only two-hundred good died fighting, Wlfen I get UP, 072 0719 fvvt I Stand- And they killed two-thousand bad. Somewhere there is my Promised Land. We wen the battle like lightning, BM! where ? Need the widows feel bad? by Siobhan Gamble 7E1 by Ben Spitzer 9111 42