Mount Si High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Snoqualmie, WA)

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Time Is Slipping Away L1fe s like an hour glass Sllppln steadily downward Until al of time runs out Isn t lt funny how we never Notlce the speed in which Time passes by? Isn t It funny how llttle Time we really have to strive And honestly try? To honestly try with all We have to make what we can It ISD tall too funny when You take the time To honestly thmk It lsn tall too funny when You realize how you Can easily sink Easily sink to the bottom When ou had the chance To pul yourself higher up Life IS like an hourglass Steadlly 1tSllpS way Your tlme has run out Sally Garcia Out of the little time we have. l Seasons Seasons come and go, - II I I II II I- I Bringing with them change. Winter steps boldly in, Coveringt e land in a coat of soft white. Photography by Rick McFarIene Summer Saumers lazily in, The crimson tide of the sun's bright rays Chasing the winter far The cheddar cheese moon as it ends the day. from human memory, The burning breeze that touches my mind Fall jumps in with beth feet, These worl ly graces we can't often find A3 Summer reluctantly leaves, The gentleness of each summer soft But s ring steals softly The autumn carries each leaf aloft into the year. The sweet song of winters passed Bringing with her, life. Snow falls, the traveler rests at last The journe which soars on thewings of the sun Amanda Sangren- Will never be ended has never begIun. -Catherin S ea- Student Creativity

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GRANDPAQ A TRUE STORY His wrinkled hands grasped the sacred Bible from the top shelf, then sat down. He opened his soft leather bonded Bible. The Bible, torn with age, was opened several times daily. With a licked finger, he turned pages for his desired place . . . Psalms. Specticles fit snug over his short grey hair. As he read, the Bible have wisdom to the elderly man. He accepted this easily. His long, slender body relaxed in a high back rocking chair. The large window invited light to come into the small living room for his eysight. He laughed with his grandchildren a few hours earlier, but now just his relation- ship with his cat occured. Long hairs on the cat stroked against his shin. She purred to him, telling secrets from her heart. He picked her up, embracing her small head against his rosy cheek. A little textured tongue came out and kissed him. She loved the warmth and attention from her friend. The sun sank slowly behind a huge mountain. The sky dimmed the living room. The open Bible lay upon his lap. The fury cat curled up in between his leg and the arm of the chair. The stillness of the room was filled with peace and humbleness. The old man rocked his chair back and forth. It creaked with worn age. His head begins to bob backwards. The muscles in his neck are relaxed. Uncon- ciously, his lower jaw fell open, and he begins snoring. The once cherry man needed a rest now. -Tammy Tuttle- 1980 Student Creativity 135

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