North Haven High School - Sachem Yearbook (North Haven, CT)

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seniors

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We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

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 We've walked both sides of every street. And through all kinds of windy weather. But that was never our defeat. As long as we could walk together. So there's no need for turning back, Because all roads lead to where we stand. And I believe we'll walk them all. No matter what we may have planned. Submitted by: Constance M. Culliney Pamela Ann Dunn There is a child to be born He is an infinite sea that knows no bounds. He is change renouncing falsehood and deception. He is a warrior wrestling with our past. He is a young man filled with peace and freedom and trust. He is the bond linking the quiet of thought and its song. He is hope stretching toward life. He is pride from which knowledge and understanding will grow. He is free man able to stand up without looking back. There is a child to be born . . . . Submitted by Ruth Gould A WORK OF ARTIFICE The Bonzai Tree in the attractive pot could have grown eighty feet tall on the side of the mountain till split by lightning. But a gardener carefully pruned it. It is nine inches high. Everyday as he whittles back the branches, the gardener croons. It is your nature to be small and cozy, domestic and weak, how lucky, little tree, to have a pot to grow in. With living creatures one must begin very early to dwarf their growth: the bound feet, the crippled brain, the hair in curlers, the hands you love to touch. Marge Piercy Submitted by Kathleen Keefe My aunt I no ... once said to me, when I was desperately lonely and blue, that our life is like a land journey, too even and easy and dull over long distances across the plains, too hard and painful up the steep grades; but, on the summits of the mountain, you have a magnificent view — and feel exalted — and your eyes are full of happy tears — and you want to sing - and you wish you had wings! And then — you can't stay there but must continue your journey — you begin climbing down the other side, so busy with your footholds that your summit experience is forgotten. Submitted by Sue Hoyt The man that hath no music in himself nor is moved with concord of sweet sounds is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils. Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, Vi Submitted by Bob Ford But a day well-lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Submitted by Cheryl Davis 22