Seattle Pacific University - Tawashi Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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finden! Poetry THE SQUELCH One autumn day a crimson leaf Twirled gaily to the ground And settled on the rolling lawn XVhieh spread out all around. You know, the leaf said to the grass, I rather miss my view: It seems to me a dreadful shame To join the likes of you. The grass replied in proud disdain, Be silent, silly thing- Your drying carcass mars my lawn: But go on-have your fling. ln winter snow will cover me, But spring with joy and mirth W'i1l bring me back to life again, As you form rotted earth. -Marcia Reierstad TI-IE PROMISE OE TI-IE SUNRISE The sunrise spoke to me one day And promised just one little thing: A love undying, brave and true, Forgetting to tell what I must do. I blindly walked the blissful way, Unknowing of the snare that lay Awaiting at the highest peak To trap me fast and make me weak. But trapped I was that fateful day, As the golden sunshine turned to gray, And the promise then became a curse As I held my heart as I would a purse. The sunrise had forgotten to tell That before the feeling of love could swell, Time must conquer the watchful will OE the one whom I wished no ill. My heart cried out with pain, For a love that was in vain: At last my cruel fate was nigh As I held baelt my last goodbye. But the gray brought forth reality, Clad in gentle tranquility. And peace at last did reign, VVhere love for a time had only lain. -Marleen Thompson CHOICE A handsome prince of far Levant Ascended to his father's throne And thought he never would want 0 . . . 5 ,Q 0 Since rule and riches were his own. A And prudent in their action The prince might still be sane as you Except for one distraction Each nicht he passed the harem door 'N I . I I-Iis counsellors were wise alndtrue, y , I ily .Q If ' ' ' If V D 7 . . . ' And sich A thousand wives within The courtiers smirlced: the ruler wept, And where, pray tell, should I begin? ' -Ralph S. Carlson 0.- II9

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FLOWER GIRL Dawn brings life to the London street Where many a merchant displays his ware. But the eye falls where flowers meet To be sold by those who poverty share. The yell of the producer fills the air, The clop of the cobble stone everyone hears, The voices of all as if not a thing to care, Blend to make music in the flower girl's ears. I-low the poverty-stricken send out their cry Even though there is none to faze. But as the plutocrat works his way by, I-Ie is touched deeply by the girl's sprays. Educated or illiterate, rich or poor, All stop in London showers To purchase from the uneducated girl's store. For they all know the words of flowers. -Bill Osborne The members of the Tozwahsi staff feel that a significant contribution to the aesthetic aspect of SPC life has been traditionally neglected in school yearbooks. While most of us can recognize musical, dramatic, and artistic ability, few of us realize that some of our classmates are gifted along literary lines. We feel that original essays, plays, poems, and stories by SPC students are of great importance in the development of a genuinely creative academic community. Therefore, we are including the following poems, written by SPC students during this school year. We hope that they will stimu- late further creative efforts in poetry, as well as in some other genre. ,NX TRIBUTE TO A MARTYRED PRESIDENT I see the masses of people As they slowly walk past the grave, I remember the chimes in the steeples, For with tributes they have come here to pay. They quietly walk by in the wintery cold, Some with a tear on their cheek, VVith three short years of memories they hold, But few care to smile or speak. l hear the raw wind in the trees, And a sigh from one just ahead, Love, compassion, and hope among these Are living words by one of the dead. The eternal light at the head of the grave Will burn with a meaning for all. For some a new freedom exercised today, For America now may stand tall. I watched a cloud swoop low To tease the Earth with a toast, And then sail so high in the I-leavens The Earth was awed at the boast. What release, what freedom, what power Was held by that wispy form, To offer and then to deny In the face of a greater form. I felt as I watched from my post That she laughed at my wondering eye And sailed even higher to prove That she knew something greater than I. -Carolyn Coke -Bruce Mclfeown

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Professor McNichols, advisor Bonnie Brown, assistant editorg Mac Willems, editor's consultant Social: Cynthia Lewis, Pat Administration: Miriam Rowland, head, not pic' Smith, Burton Stemen, tured: Sandy Swanson head, Marge Richards, Anne Spiedel Photography: Steve Petterson, head, Laurel Kenney IZO Athletics: Lyle Wahl, Sandy Wesolowski, head, Lorin Brown Organizations: Dianne Meadows, Julia Pickard, Charlotte Brown, head.