Santa Monica College - Spin Drift Yearbook (Santa Monica, CA)

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DEDICATIGN To the brown glory of mountains the blue eternity of ocean the green splendor of redwoods the grey mystery of desert. To the romance of Spanish conquest the faith of mission padres the loueliness of black-eyed senoritas the siren lure of gold- To California We dedicate this hook.

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HAVE YOU A SHRINE? Have you a shrine to worship all the years, A mecca for your thoughts and idle tears? Perhaps a hill, a brook, a face, A forest path, an opal-colored lake, A temple. or a memory, A landscape in a lonely place? What difference does it make If only when you think of it. you worship If only, drawing near, you walk with it? A hush comes o'er your soul, A light illumes your face? So viewing it your rapture breaks control, The breath comes quick and short, Your shining eyes soft-gleam, 9 Whz'le in your heart you know the moment is supreme Then leaving it, you turn with lingering glance From the magic of a dream, a trance! Have you a shrine? SIREN SEA Along the coast this very day Swift waves will drown a child at playg And through the froth that tempests dash A ship will sink, and lightnings flash, The sea s a wanton none can tame, And men are fuel to her flamefj Once I agreed his words were so, But now I doubt, for this I know: That here the ocean's gentleness Lures gliding gulls with calm caress, And slumbrous song. Cool to my mind She seems a mother, firm and kind: I-Iolding the sun, holding the sands, Holding my heart in both her hands. Blind by her charms I ask not why In this same deep such dangers lieg But lapped in opiate drowsiness Nearer her treacherous bosom press, To watch the tender green waves comb The sand with palest shells of foam.