Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Whims By Catherine Wyatt Anticipation The leaves are a-flutter, Astir on the trees. They are waiting the signal, The call of the breeze. They're dressed and all ready In colors so gay. They're 0, so excited: They're going away. They all will be going, Some early, some late. They cling to each other And whisper and wait. Frivolity The world looks different indeedg 'Tis suddenly so bright, And things that first were far from new Become most beautiful in hue, Take on a different light. The drabness from the earth is gone g Really, it is strange That just a dilference in the view Should color all the world anew Producing such a change. No doubt you think, I've gone quite daftg 'Tis best I should explain . What gives the world this rosy glow, I'm looking through-and now you know- Some crimson cellophane. 'T I-I E M I S S I L E Page twenty-five

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much. An Indian brave courted an Indian maid, from a different tribe, in opposition to his own people. Finally his tribe became so critical of him that he and the maid decided that the only Way they could be to- gether Was to leave this World and go to their Happy Hunting Ground. One night they Were discovered in their secret meeting place by the side of Kitch-Iti-Ki-Pi. They jumped to their feet and plunged into the spring. The Indian braves rushed to save their tribesman, but as they reached the bank, they saw the couple sucked down into the boiling quick sands of the whirlpool. My curiosity was well satisfied for having left the well-beaten path of mankind to see the end of a small trail. A Falling Star By Thelma Starnes As I sat gazing one dark night Into the velvety sky, I saw a star come rushing down From its Jhome up there on high. I could not help but think about How much like life it seemed, How much like the lives of the human race, And Inmarveled as I dreamed. What wonders the mighty Hand can do, To snatch it from its place And send it crashing to the ground, Not reckoning with space. And I thought of what that mighty Hand Can do to a human life, By hurling it from the highest place To the very depths of strife. But also it can take a soul With many a scar and dent, And send it soaring to the heights Like a star in the iirmament. Page twenty-four T H E M I S S I L E

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