Rogers Hall School - Splinters Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Nativity The world was silent. Nothing Silence Breathings not heard The world was lit. Brightness A ball of yellow within the sky No sound . . . Stillness The world was aware. There was a sound. A OfY A whimper The world gave birth. A baby . . . In the loving arms of its mother. The world had sound. Something Breathings Whimpers of a new generation- The world . . . was alive. DEBBIE EVANS '72 16 Christmas Cheer JOY JOY JOY Rejoice in solemn airs for those pitied. Breathe the breath of happiness. Wage your war, oh Vietnam! Sing loud your praise to the earthys end. The world unites in peace, Its iniquities forgotten. 'Tis the season to be jolly. ANN HEMINGWAY '69

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This is work, the old man said. They carried the milk to the pig troughs. I have cows to keep the barn alive. I don't want to pass a dead barn. Things know when they are Wanted, especially houses. Let's have a feast tonight. Later they went out on the stoop in the warm night. VVhat is the best time for flying? Just before you sleep. In his room the old man undressed slowly and blew out his lamp, and used his last bit of strength to pull the covers over himself. I-le had barely settled on the pond when stealthy steps could be heard. I-Ie ran on the water and rose. I-Ie felt the pellets puncture him. Now he saw the vanity of title and deed and was content. The man had not inherited the earth. The earth had inherited him. The earth inherits certain men. I-le fell into a furrowed field as he always knew he would. WENDY MARTIN '69 -a Prophecy Maxim I'm so fake I'm so afraid I don't give what I take I'm going to end up in that Funny freak parade . . . How about you- You comin' too? You think people live for you. You think people love for you. You'll realize someday that the World and the people in it Aren't existing just for you, But you for them. You either realize this fact, Or you'll perish from SUE AUBIN '71 Your own self-pity. DEB1 PLETSCHQER '69 15

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Communion Open the doors of perception And see before you the Exquisite, sensual form of The breathing Morrison. Wild Child gushes from his Demanding mouth and untamed Movements of his leathered body Flash through foreign Minds, continents many Thousands of miles away. I-Iis mind drifts back and Pronounces again: Africa! Remember, my beautiful beast? We were once there. The warning cry, do not forget. Remember and wallow in Your surging, unconquerable youth. The pain and rushing of the time. The bloodstreaked walls of Man.'s unforgivable crime. He is not allowed to throw away the dew That flowed through his veins As he crawled on the earth Scrounging for berries with the animals, They became one. The glorious communion in The morning of man and beast. Pelting through the hide The string of poison Burns so deep Into the skin, pale and thin Before any protection can be taken. PAMELA BELL '69