Mills Middle School - Mustang Yearbook (Rancho Cordova, CA)

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! I w AMPV 40 It ti . I mmijbcifyfrd , Lost Magic , H p 1 X . , Gray is the sky What does a child think of autumn? When you feel blue. f The falling leaves, turning colors, ' You might hang your head N One would never know--- for we 0 A J And say there's nothing to do. 1 Soon grow out of childhood I And lose the gift of wonder. Z But if this were true, Qt vw That there was nothing to do, X Linda Cascone LZ Wouldn't this world f Be a nice how-do-you-do? 0 - prmg Fever , W Laurel Berg The joy of the morning x f o . Is pushing me on Prom homework and housework It cries out Begone! 0 There are roses blooming all around: There are little ants crawling on the ground: And everything is spring. And tadpoles turn to little frogs: And butterflies are free again. Now I ask a simple question, --- Is it really spring ? Michele Mooreland The robin is singing, The peach tree's in bloom-- And why should I Sit in this Stuffy old room ? pa-6 I'm going! I'm gone! lt's too late to say No. ! A, Spring Fever! It's got me! fp Hope it never lets go! '- 616441 W O o d , Ieanne Walde Cz e rgamze , L5 QKZQ-erm, o A , -QC. Early in the morning I V. A 'I X When I'm ready for school, Q -, V . sqm! ,fhnvr QQQ S I I wonder if I look real cool. gr I 4 f f I check my skirt: ' E 12? I check my hair: Ll I -- check my shoes f O the hottest day of the spring CLPQ QQ. Which I always wear. Happened to me the funniest thing. I I go to school: On my front lawn sits a huge birdbath: A Think I look fine: A child fell in and began to laugh. Go to lunch--- ' iQL By George, forgot my ime! Can't you children play somewhere else ? Claudia Myers Stephanie Schartz cv S t -22' UIISB QQ F' ' Sunset is such a beautiful time! It is not until then that the sky shows its real beauty. Her eyes show understanding with their pale blue. Her hair becomes bright red for a while but then calms down. She turns a lighter color as if not understanding why she is turning this way. Then she suddenly becomes dark as if angry. She is mad as the world closes its doors on her. She turns on her lights, but they are not as bright as they are in the daytime when the people pay attention to her. Then, as if filled with sudden joy, she turns bright again. People start to notice her, she is happy. Again her eyes turn a pale blue with understanding until again the world shuts its doors on her. Ianie Vance

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U W fffl OVW Destruction W MMM M wa by The eyes of destruction glared at us man l t e skyxgft-Qgxgset Relentless blood thirsty yearning Remi s f l Xe ' str gail-and And gloom overcoming us e a ji ur rewa Made us tremble at its magnifigegtf ength , I 'I I ' 1' And laid its weight upon us Alfyldggscone And we cried Vg X A Barbara H1 A J X e K Ig e is the cau of life, Turtle Z C012 ple win 11 ex n if f y have a in m n Strange that the repulsive creature We have ignored in our life X1 cl f ss Will laugh at us for generations After we are gone Grofwi g Pains Life is often mixed up And full of many fears. I always seem to be in the Middle of laughter or tears. Ieanne Walden Awakening Barren desert lies Add some flowers Painted desert exists I guess I m just an in-between, Not this or not that One day I m a grown-up lady, Mind is unsuspecting 33' Next day I m Casey-At-the-Bat. Add a single thought of passion ,. f Whirlwind of love dominates fi I want to wear lipstick, But in spite of my tears 5 M 0J Dad says 'UJU ig Q M A . ou ll have to wait a few more years. ji 6 VO ,ff There seem to be so ma y things ' I m ot allowed to f M7 ' Q I fe, , Iho e .- iti j - 'f: wing pains Ui, Y I 1 0 L? Ol,1g'1 it vw I v it-1 W , Kat f '-B' n W g all s , mer whe e c l autum br ezes be 1 to blow, the leaf puts all wardrobe of many bright d dazzling colors. Then as it becomes cooler, the mourns for the warm days of summer. It misses the warm days with the sun shining down on it. It sheds its colorful wardrobe and puts on a suit of brown. Soon it begins to shake and shiver in the fall breezes. The leaf cannot stand the torture of the night. Slowly, ever so slowly, it curls up and says good-bye to the faithful guardian, the tree, and slowly and painfully it flutters to the moist ground below. Roger Ghilain I fy ' J X , H 1 36440 'Ji' I - I 1 l I f I . 1 , ' , h I 4 Th' ' in . - . , , r Q y I .Y r U L A 6 7 I M I What an old plodding nobody! ' -ff ey will r J ittllxmlonger. O f ' V ! ' LQ th K I I' No j W. l fy I I 1 r- r W r I 7 . , rl 1 f 0 4 S Q A' X M Q .I n . ' 5' I Q .rf , ' I f 1 -V I M 7 A iv x 4 5 , ' 19 , - x t I All , 'on ' I I 1

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w- M Own Seven Seas Once every night l 5240! When the stars shine bright f' ya Ki 1 . .U VUL, +f'1'b! ,y ' ' K ff, I Riding ,yi XM 9,11 J ip, Riding the trail by moonlight s Over the emerald turf, if 'I 'V J 1. Soft turf makes hardly a sound ll' ' Ibecome King Neptune of , My own seven seas. My seas how they sound,Gf0Efgff Of the horse's steady pound. fdiguwiv 9 Riding the trail by moonlight, Oh, how the roar. Down through the purple moor, ' But there areyno fishesY!ff9fd6y'0,6f'J9'1jij6' 'Riding the trail by moonlight, at just a hard cement floorfjx 1 6536555 Riding the trail by starlight, L Riding the trail at sunrise Yes, once every nightsZ1CQjV1!LLC.!5CLThrough the sun-streaked sky. When the stars shine bright, Ibecome god, lord, king O Pam MCNGUY Whatever you please, W ecause I am the master 7 - 1 1Of my Own seven seas. ,Darkness fell across the still sea, 1 Cindy Nixon Day was gone, and night was free, N fi ,-f4 W The clouds were black as they hung low: A U. X80 fierce, so dark, so full of woe, , B0 - -Q ', With icy mist the wind crept 'roundp is ' . ,,,t The sea touched shore with barely a sound, I wish that flyi.-would come back to.. A 'W The air smelled a fresh and salty scent, keep me company? Maybe I can find A Which mingled with aspen, pine, and mint: some way of catchinguit. f I l nj-Xnd buoyant were the drifting leaves, A patch ofnbluecgertainly would M 'As they touched the shore of the salty seas. help make xthatpmonotonous gray sky, ,qw-jr 9 more interesting. f 1 V ' ' ' I X, --Diane Harris ij ..x,,f'j'if1l'knOWf l3VhaTl ifn ao! . - .r a ' 49 WM ' dI'll wait until the clock clicks I it- , anotherfminute. Then I'll shut: y 3 N5 it I Abhngrg my eiyesiahd see if I can coufit off- ,QM E 3 W2 exactly one minute. t Q , -AVL Z ' h I' 'd and One,--g-f . Dust, dirt and cobwebs, 'E-hgggfgid-'and'tVr,OL-..vf f That s all that I am for, ' yfj , .yhounsgrid and Flree-J , R But in the sands of memories I THTOUVXS1 g. u , -X, I had so much more. inf, Oh, where'sgthatffly,? ,Iwish he'd . vig . L come babk to?'k'eep mefcompany! s ' ,WJ 1 Iam, jelly, and fiHQ9I'DGiH'CS Lbgwfhf A I ' , Once adorned my face 1 ,JN Tom Akers Where dust, dirt and cobwebs ?L I 'xv Now take their place. Q, My tg Iam, jelly and fingerpaints if wild ' O 4. N N From children looking out. r if 1 X, r is Smears, smudges and paintpots 4, ,T-gg the 'A ,. fuk S Sf From an artist's painting bout. 5, B M W ' ' X fi , - lk , a fi! Q ,RQ ,Y Love, affection, and tenderness, qw 5 ld V I saw it all and more. X--I Q ' 1 It came and stayed and left again X , by Valaria Burnstadt ,Like the footsteps that crossed the floor. 1 Dust, dirt and cobwebs, Dust, dirt, and cobwebs, That's all that I have now. E That's all that I have now, Dust, dirt and cobwebs, Within the sands of memories And the wind's angry howl. Ioin the wind's angry howl. 99 i J