Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 Follow me,” said he, for I am the Goodtime Man I will weave you a web of Goodtime Tales I can dip in my brush and paint for you A picture of myriad words Which will flow across the canvas of your mind.” As he leads you across endless fields of whispering wind And your fingers reach out for him, But you never quite touch him You become familiar with the channels of his mind, The calmness of his confusion, The intricate way his reason rhymes What will it mean to you To know me and be silent with me, To stand and watch and sit across And talk with me As we walk through a playground Of swinging things and joyful noise?” Then your eyes grow weary trying to discern The fragile thread of the horizon As the shades of blue Envelop you and your Goodtime companion You see that the colors have blended . And the Goodtime Man Has been swallowed by the moon

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FALL: BACK TO SCHOOL What can I tell you of my goodtimes During autumn days? Through rustling leaves and the way they feel When you laugh and run And kick them into your shoes. After smokey afternoons when hazy wispings Go in your nose and come out of your eyes. Above the vaulted sky — grey and solid — Ten times higher than before, Beyond rainy evenings with headlights Appearing and disappearing Down soggy streets of blazing colors Which even glow in the stillness Of autumn nights. What more can I tell you? What more can you wish to know? Behind the warmth the chill is there — Feel it, see it, know it. 10