Petersham High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Petersham, MA)

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WINTER IMPRESQLQNS At the moment, I am taking my daily walk around my yard. It is snowing hard. When I touch it, the cold, wet substance melts in my hand. As I walk, I can hear it crunching under my feet. It is a pleas- ant sound. The rhythm of the crunching and the sting- ing of the cold, brisk air on my face make me want to walk at a faster tempo. In the distance I can hear the voices of children who are playing in the new-fallen snow. In my mind I picture them making fat snowman and sliding down the long hills near my home. I can hear a dog bark in pro test of being left behind. No doubt he would like to slide too. Someone is taking advantage of the new snow by going for a sleighride. I can feel the vibration of the horses' hoofs and I can hear the sleigh bells ringing. Somehow, on a day like this it isn't so bad being blind. You can sense the joy and happiness of other people, That in itself helps to make up for the fact that I cannot see the happy expressions on their faces Ann Withington '46 I The snow came down in swirls. It circled 'round and 'round, Going this way and that 'Til it finally reached the ground. II The wind was all a rage As it tossed and blew the trees. It swept the fresh lain snow in ridges-f Like waves on the stormy seas. Annie Boyd '48

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