Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Refuge To Forget By Frank Myers Down by the sea where the breeze is cool, Down by the sandy shore, In evening when the sunset fades. And bathers swim no more. There alone I sit and talk To the much experienced waves. Which always seem to relieve my mind Of the weary thoughts it saves. ' Tis there I go on summer nights When memories bother me ; It is the place, the only place. That my mind and I are free. A Woodland Shrine By Bob O’Leary Deep in the forest dark and green. There is a sight which few have seen. There I go to sit and dream Beside a gentle, flowing stream. In this lovely God-made shrine All the world seems to be mine. The sunshine flickers through the trees. And all of nature is at ease. When my troubles bother me, I close my eyes and I can see The little haven in the dell. Where I am king and all is well. THE MISSILE Page twenty-one

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“You mean you won’t have to use the drill at all? Why, I was half hoping you would. You see, I don’t mind it at all. I rather like it ’cause it tickles. He-he-he-he.” I grow braver each minute. “It seems that most people dread it, but I don’t. I think it is silly to be afraid of a little thing like that, don’t you. Doc?” I walk out of the office feeling like a new person. I wasn’t really scared. Shucks, who’s afraid of a dentist? A Wish By Gloria Smith Each day I wish And wish for days gone by. Each doll, each dish In my memory never die. Each day I would be In the land of let’s pretend ; With joy, with glee These many hours would spend. Each day I pray That children dear to me Shall romp, shall play. For I am grown, you see. Page twenty THE MISSILE

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