Polytechnic High School - Caerulea Yearbook (Long Beach, CA)

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M WEEE, EMR mamma swam-wm.sc.mm'2a How can I stay indoors today? Out there, thru the Woods, over the creek and down A little, hidden, unknown path, A A patch of violets is about to bloom. I want to be there: I want to kneel on the damp spongy earth, To search with my fingers in the mould For violet buds. The little leaves, tiny and new, Outline with red the black, bare branches, And against the sky, The Willow-twigs gleam white. There's something in the air today, That calls me out. I want to exult with that little fish-hzuvk, Riding the cold, Wet wind, still redolent of lNIarch: I Want to splash and dive with the wild ducks Among dead 1'LlSl1CS and the blackened lily-pads, I want to scream, and dance, I thrill To the swift urge and magic of the bursting buds. Oh! what a world of promise is outside! How can I stay indoors today?

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