Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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PHA17 I ' 5 q 25 I But mother, Ruth dropped her fork in her excitement, Ella had a collar on her coat exactly like mine and mine was lost. How was I to know? Then a certain memory stabbed her. How was May to know that she had not taken her notebook. She told her mother and father about the miserable afternoon she had spent and she finished by saying: I'm going straight to Ella and apologize, and she went out of the room in a minute. Fifteen minutes later Ruth returned and said, Ella made things all :right and then I went and called up May. We're friends again. Ruth paused for a second and then added: I am going to reap a different har- vest from now on, and she did. MARY POWERS '25 water I am the mountain stream that leaps and brawls In the depths of which the trout love to play, Along my banks many vines love to crawl Snaring children and forcing them to stay. I am the cloud which floats above so white To be turned to red by the setting sun, Looking down on farms and lakes in my flight When men turn from the fields with their work done. I am the river that foams, frets and snarls, Or flows peacefully along smiling blue, Making petty things of all men's quarrels, Testing them to see whether they are true. I am the ocean full of many moods, Now tossed about by the storms passing o'er. I hold on my bosom the vessels crude, While above are the birds which reel and soar. I am. the snow which is white as fleece, Giving all things a strange, fantastic cast, Affecting actions of many a beast Coming with the herald of blizzards blast. I have served the many wishes of man The precious fluid which turns all lands green, Since ages ago this planet began, The fruits of which men are anxious to glean. Page ninety-tfwl

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