Northern Hills Junior High School - Norsemen Yearbook (Topeka, KS)

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Weather is mysterious, Never knowing what to expect, Changing as fast as an eye winks. Snowing so softly, Raining alligator tears, Wind blows right through you And yet it can be so warm with flowers growing More beautiful every day and The sweet fragrance of spring That fills the air. ...John Barta .X W . , ' 1.' 1 It N 3 it gn su-, Eg-M 4 ,-f:-,.- n .,f-fla:f:.3fg' ' af., 7th grade The first day of school, You want to be cool To fit in with all of the rest. At first you are shy, But that passes by. You know you have passed the test. 8th grade You're stuck in the middle, So what do you do? If you just be yourself, You'll surely get through. 9th grade As the class on top You know just what to do. What is right and wrong Is all up to you. But as it comes to an end You say to a friend, With a sigh and a few tears, That this was the best of all three years. As we look back to these years, At all the triumph and tears, We will always remember what we have done 'Ib make Northern Hills, 411. ...Adina Mayhew Love Games You say that you love me Then leave me again. Stop playing these games, Where I never win. I thought when I met you Your feelings were true. You said that you loved me, If only I knew. So when you get bored Or depressed or down, Don't cane rnmning to me, I won't be around. Because love's not 'a game Where the winner is you. love's an emotion Shared between two. ...Debbie Musick The Sea Ocean waves come roaring in, crushing against the shore. Louder than thunder, ready to take you under. But like a fool fancying a fight, f X X ss 5 f 1 I x t 9 'x:'1.t , F1,..:9 . X ' NNN. S .3 've' 1 X f. I xl ,M xvzl.. x S I ,. pl .- sv-Q ti you walk in until your head is out of sight Fighting for your life, you try to find the shore. Suddenly you realize that for you the shore is no more. ...Joel Dickey nv , 1 Qahilfi X X 1 I - N Q I . . J u X kat- I 5 I H0 ' . - My I J 1 0 I A ? Div x t Mm ' Jul., 5 Goodbye's are never easy, A. Though it happens every day. You simply have to close the door. There is no other way. You turn your back, you walk away, You leave your friends behind. You step out straight, your head erect, As if you didn't mind. When you look back, you hope to see Your loved ones standing there. The old life's gone, a new begins. You laugh, you cry, you care. . . .Monica Rosito

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And glance about, There ' s a The table Someone ' s Homesick light in the window, spread in splendor, standing at the door. J id ia--gb, ' fill ' Q7 Atime ago I dreamed a dream Of fantastic things Man's never seen. I often ponder Beyond Ma.n's eye: Is factual fantasy Passing us by? And were we to stop I can see the crystal river, I '71 if V- So I rmnst be here forever. 7' 1- it I've never been this homesick before. nga. Li' .A - ' I see the bright light shine. It's just about home time. My father's standing at the door. V fd This world is just a wildernessp 1 5 'f' I m ready for deliverance. Oh, Lord I've never been this homesick before. - - xl- t :Ny FH: an f Gini 'il' fm YQ imki 14 ,'Sx x e Nl 'X may is . 95 iriiij, il g- I I Q p . n w I W iff' xy ' X C I can see the fam:i.1y gather, west faces all familiar, And no one s weak or feeble anymore. This old hear-t's a'cryin', So I'll spread my wings for flyin', I've never been this hcxnesick before. , :fp W'- --'gllllh -- ulrl ,ll 1 ii J 1 , il is 1' 'I - ! 1 I '.u'3 :sad i , i r . .I' r i, .N Crunchy' crackling, crispy are the leaves, Falling soft as snowflakeS From the weather-worn tree. Landing on a pile of others First fallen. . Hear the lauqhing Child' rake ln hand' Ranking up the huge mounds The dry, crisp leaves. Nw charging, charging: and Hurdling through the air' Now landing in the huge Piles of the crispy, CIUTICUY: crackling Leaves that have fallen from The weather-worn tree- , , ,Joy Foster The Shopping Bag Lady Walking down the city streets, I see a familiar sight. Ofawomanwithableakfaoe And shopping bags held tight. ...Joe Adams Al I I 2 I I . A, I x-' Q f .ill y i l li Q1 K my-j 6 K 4' A i ttf Would we discover These things we doubt? . .Kristi Winningham Forever The other dar a dream came to me. A dream that is locked in my memorv, Qnd since that day I've Felt the need. To speak about mv faithful dream. I was lying drunk on a oarroom Floor, Trring to loose the pain in my soul, I gathered mfself and stood with might. And looked about iuith such a Fright. The barroom floor was there no more. Replaced instead bw a cloud of souls. I walhed across the crying souls. To a spirit draped in cloth of gold. Un his face was a look of sorr And he stared tomar a boiling couldron. I looked into the frightful sight, And all men's lives I sam inside. Qnd he said without looking to my face Child you are here in this holv place. To be shown four own destinv. Prepare yourself you will now see Hell.u And I awoke from my dream FOREVER 'Kimi Buwww - 1 if Wh I wonder who she is, I ,Y Or if she ever had a home, gk fifj 'I CgEx:5qA r N And why she was left like this, 01155 Afraid and all alone. ' 1' ...Paula McFann Xl'

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