North Fort Myers High School - Lance Yearbook (North Fort Myers, FL)

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TREES Trees are the kindest things I know. They do no harm, they simply grow. They spread to shade for sleepy cows And gather birds among their boughs. They give us fruit and leaves above And wood to make our houses of. And leaves to burn on Halloween, And in the spring new buds of green. They are the first when day's begun And touch the beams of morning sun. they are the last to hold the light When evening changes into night. When the moon floats in the sky Trees hum a drowsy lulloby. Trees are the kindest things I know. 'H . I A I. . .4 - T, X i' I' .I I if fy , 'g gl 1 5 3 1 J -I-.vs 1, 'Z .' - I I I L1 ' . a I . 1- fi I , - . . 1-f 1 I . U . I -- 4 'P ,Z I mf,-:,,q'-2333.5 ' , 'iiyi - zfziiif -F -. . -' : ..-S-I .1 15'- '- 1 1:21. f .-A. '-. ,-,- YI.-I . sdzp--,f ' . -f-. ' ,,f 15, ' -I Y -':'- .-,HZ-J ' ' -'r '-uw' 1, ,, , 5-SN -,z ' 1, 1 9 . if . ' 1-44 if ' 1-11-.-:L ' -of ' f V 7.3. ' , A 1.55.7-w -' 1. .::l -L l fi'-'H f-6 PF ay ., ' ' un, ' 1 . - in f- I ' I - -'il'13'L o-'1'tl1v1gYgg-. 'f: .'f5!. ,xq' J. F' ' .' . - , -- 'J '-'l r I .: ' EP .2E:'QP7Z'!i5ElEh::,Z'J'-,rw 1 - ., ,.:- -.Y,f. L.: Jr., 1. g ..' . 'I In .I 1- - - I., I 4 .. 1: '11, .w :gl,g!'-5,3-.-I-,--1..-T . ' - - Z2 wr- . ,. . vw fp - I - - . .. . - ,. .. M.-., , , ,.,,,.., , .. 'z' if ,L I x .,..: -,.- , :hz 5:-.gp .il L?-x 7.-If . . ' fl t ' 1 1 , . E V Q51 .Sk in :L ka. 4 ELIZABETH ABERSOLD ANTICIPATION I remember those long afternoons of raking our yard to the point of darkness, where the leaves were blended into an undistinguished blanket. My hands, as I recall, became so numb that even my fingernails ached. but it was a dull pain I would gladly experience again. I can still see the white sky threatening the first snow of the season. What anticipation I held during that time in my life. I would accept the blisters, strained muscles and chopping wind to rake my yard of leaves once more. A Y VW f Excalibur

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MODERN MAN Modern man is caught up in a game: Who's better than who, who wins the fame. He is always striving to improve, Studying hard and always on the move. There is no time for caring or sharing. Even if he manages to start a family, He ends up tired and lonely Because love loses out over money. He is willing to do what it takes, No matter the cost or how fake. 1440 WILL I FIT? Yet there are those who have the secret To love and success, and how to keep it. Others look on with a jealous eye, Wanting the secret before they die. This man is not afraid to shed a tear, For fear of a snicker ora snear. He loves people and always cares His feelings and emotions are beyond compare. He will always be the lucky one, Standing proud for what he's done. I am a fragment of a vast puzzle, hopelessly drowned by my counterparts, yet vaguely aware. That somehow I belong. One in 1600 pieces, all fitting yet all unique. My color is a lonely color. My size is an insignificant size. My shape is an ordinary shape. Alone I am nothing. But when snapped into place I am a component - a necessary part. I am vital to the intricate puzzle. But where do I fit? I must search out my appropriate place. My solitude cracks its shell and I expose myself to the parts surrounding me. I watch and observe these parts and begin to scribble rough impressions onto my mind. I venture into the vast puzzle, gaining confidence and meaning as I progress. Suddenly I am engulfed by a flood of acquaintances, profiting from all of them, but reaching out only to those with whom I seem to fit. I have experienced a new feeling through friendship: an undefinable warmth. I learn from experience. With my friends I grasp every opportunity to try something new: to grow. I am collecting a scrapbook of memories to glance through in some empty moment of the future, to reopen tothe fullness I am living at the present. lfeel through involvement: the excitement of an autumn game, the anticipation ofa candidate, the strain of competition, the throb in defeat, the relief of receiving a club bid, the pride in a successful production, the heartiness ofa half-time show, the freedom in dancing, the thrill of success. I am one. You are one. Together we are not two, but one. I am anxious to give what I can - an idea, some talent, a lot of patience, many hours. In return I receive and grow and mature. I search out that which suited me best. I learn only through experience. I feel only through involvement. One in 1660 pieces all fitting, yet all unique. There will be a new puzzle next year and the next, and the next. But never will it be the same, for never will there be the same combination and blending of individuals. Never will there be another 1984. Excalibur