Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Sonnets Cry of a Simple Heart By Bess Windham They'd paint with words sweet songs for their delight, And though they are great, they sound to me in vain: For I would say this night is as each night- The moon has comeg tomorrow there'11 be rain. They'd say the moon rose jeweled in the sky, And is shining caught in golden haloed rings: I'd say the moon is like a fire up high- The heavens are deep: the fragrant darkness clings. Inspired their words would paint the starlit way- The moonlight gleaming like a silken sheeng My bursting heart would only leaping say, I do not know. Oh speak! What does it mean? Oh, I'll not listen when their thoughts take wings- For I can only simply praise these things. Strange Thought By Catherine Wyatt We grew up together, she and Ig We walked and played together while we grew. She-did all the planningg I stood by, And oft I marveled at the things she knew. She mapped and planned her future day by day, And all the things she did, she did so well. Always in her work and in her play In all she undertook, she would excelg Always strove to reach some higher goal, Strained toward another rung in the ladder of fame. While I, I captured nothing to extol, Aspired to nothing, coveted no name. 'Twas thus we grew together side by side, How very strange it seems: I livedg she died. Pagetwelve THE MISSILE

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was because of a suggestion of Mrs. Lincoln's, thereby proving definitely that the woman is the Speaker of the House. Colonel Ellsworth prom- ised the First Lady the Confederate flag which James Jackson flaunted from the Marshall House under the very nose of the Federal Government. When the southern sympathizer refused to surrender the iiag, one night Ellsworth, at the head of the New York Zouaves, went up on the roof to take it by force. Awakened by the noise, Jackson came out with his gun and upon being refused the flag shot the Federal officer. He was immed- iately shot dead and bayonetted by the Zouaves. This was in May, 1861. at PF 2? . . . . Buildings so closely associated with Washington, Mason, Lee and others I find difficult to think of as being in use today. Those places which saw the growth of thirteen colonies to a Union of forty-eight states are now gazing complacently at events that future generations will con- sider history. Q9 April By Claudia Morris Sometimes it's a baby with dimpling cheek, On downy pillows of snowy white, Softly breathing in infant sleep And smiling sweetly in secret delight. Sometimes it's a baby with tear-dimmed eye, Who wakens, and mother is not by his side. When mother hears and runs at his cry, A smile breaks through, -and the storm has died. THE MISSILE Pageeleven

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Winter Wins By Kenneth Tipton When leaves have dressed in brown and green and gold And summer's fragrant breath has breathed its last Then winter's breath is a chilly, killing blast. The last of summer's flowers stand brave and bold Soon they will bow to winds so strong and cold As others did in many seasons pastg When birds to southern homes are flying fast Then aged Winter reigns like kings of old. Like human lives the seasons make their change, From bright and blissful days to bleak and bare, When youth defies old age to take its place. If We just had our lives to rearrange, Like flowers in the winter's wind we'd dare Old age to take our place in life's long race. Fulility of Fame By Evelyn Reade I hope before I die to have achieved An act by which my memory will survive, Remaining in the minds of those alive As compensation, when of life relieved, And reason for my being. 'Tis believed That all, when dying, ultimately strive Before those angels garbed in black arrive To stir a memory in those bereaved. But what is there in leaving lasting fame Since fame is futile in the face of death? And usually the world forgets your name Almost as soon as He has stilled your breathg And, too, what glory lies in living on When those who knew and loved you, too, are gone? THE MISSILE Pagetlurteen