Regina High School - Regina Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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MHC f?£f 4Lt ISO! .MUMkH 9 75 MHC AN EPISODE OF LIFE The first day I saw the tree it was like all the rest in the area. It was perhaps a little more statuesque, but otherwise just an ordinary tree, blending in with those around it. As the days grew shorter and the nights colder, other trees in the area exchanged their green for muddy yellows and browns. My tree alone remained filled with green life, almost seeming out of place in its drab surroundings. When the time came for it, too, to shed its summer garments and put on more appropriate fall colors, it far out-dazzled the neighboring trees. Each day I anticipated seeing the miracles that occurred by night. Leaf by leaf the tree turned from green to gold, and then as if it harbored an inner desire to be the center of attention, its gold deepened until the whole tree glowed red, redder than any tree I've seen before. It was really quite humble about its superiority to the others though, and remained friends with the trees around it, although they were now in their final stage of life. They tightly clutched their last dry leaves and shivered in the wind, the surrounding ground covered with their tears. I was sad as I foresaw the fate that also awaited my tree. I knew the day would come when its leaves would tug loose and fly with the wind, but it was still a shock when I began to see bare branches, their black bark a startling contrast to the lively red of the remaining leaves. But these leaves, too, trickled down one by one, and my tree was again like all the others, except to me. As I crunched through a new snowfall, a few curled, brown leaves still clinging tenaciously to the branches waved wistfully in the wind, and I knew it was time to say .goodbye. Barbara Roach '73

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