Northrop High School - Bear Tracks Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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and sometimes I wanted to be alone to escape the others I looked for a glimpse . of my own reflection Solitude a wonder of ideas memories dreams I sought the personal the unique and found myself changing

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Sometimes I wanted to be alone

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Poetry is: expressions, innervisions, thoughts, As be sang... I felt the pain... the tears that fell. I heard his heart, as it cried out loud... ...such a lonely sound. I could feel his mind, going back in time... ...remembering as he sang... his voice filled with sorrow. Forgetting ther will be a to morrow... ...living only for his memories of yesterday.. of a girl gone away. The woman-child that held his hand... ...the child that led him to a peaceful land. The. woman that made him become a man. then leaving him alone... ...like a child with no home. To dwell in his broken mind... ...and remember another time... as he sang. When a woman-child held his hand... ...and the boy he once was... ...became a man. [Kane Foote Love a small word but to me its like a cloud in the sky passing by ■ they always do you know. :■■ ' Patti Seveiihe : A walk in; the park You throw ■ Snowballs at me Arid I turn to see you hiding behind a tree together, individual Living, Loving, hurting Take a closer look People I look on the table. Spilled wine from last night ' s odySsey And goodtime ' s left over ashes Take me alone to a faraway universe And back to a present sound of mind. Special meanings and sentimental feelings Prevent me from taking the time to remove the wine And wash away yesterday ' s moments. Kim Thomas Open my mind. In it you ' ll find: fountains and mountains, open seas, perhaps a breeze, ... pomp and splendor, girls that are slender, depression, recession, condescension some pain, a stain, rain on the brain, hats and cats, whores and bores, household chores, bleeding sores, stepped on rights, little kid fights, - laughs and cries, clear blue skies, pollution, revolution, a solution,: ' moratorium, a sanitorium. crazlness, laziness, relief, belief, grief, a falling leaf, all I ' ve read, all I ' ve said, Got up this morning Feeling good and black Thinking black thoughts ; Did black things Played all my black records And minded my own black, business Put on my best black: clothes . Walked out my blackdoor And, Lord have mercy: White Snow! graceful, free soaring, rising, feeling . I Headed for boundless skies Seagull It ' s the little things you do That make me want to stay with you, But I ' m afraid That love; is not my game Don ' t you know That a broken heart is no fun Love ' s pot fair when it comes to losing It sinks: your ships . And turns your dreams To dust;:. Joe Marshall Early Morning As the morning began to rise I started to view the workd very differently than ever before I walked down from the porch steps toward a place in the sand which the gulls had uncovered Leaving a perfect seashell lying open and vulerable. The waved had subsided just enough to let the driftwood slowly wash ,. to shore. :The rocks no longer had their sinister effect And the sea foam fell in ripples against them While pebbles in the sand looked to be the scattered, uneven freckles of a child. Salty-air came across the open beach : ; Naked except for nature ' s gifts and mysi . The wind was starting to chill and as I climbed the steps to my door I saw the morningsun peeking at me .r : ;frbm behind sinking granitet all I ' ve done, attTve sting, mellow bhie, (yellow took Rain trickling on my oof reminds me of the time you walked barefoot across my soul. Patti Severine; My life; is. mine to ' dpi; with as I please, To rock tbroH, to live my life with ease. I ' ll goto shorelines, hearing oceans roar, Arid see, the birds in flight; and so much more. I ' ll sing out loud and clear with all my might To stand for my beliefs and what is right. I hope to someday share my life with you, That you may someday find those treasures toe