Seven Hills High School - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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IMI I L, li fi 1' CD IV I? Homes disappeared. The wind, shrieking, Tore down the tortured pines, And, havoc wreaking, Spread destruction, Sang his savage song of death, Accompanied by the sobbing rain, By the beautiful, cruel lightning. Up rose the sea, Leaping, bounding, Churning the sandy beaches, Destroying, pounding At the very doors of oncefneat summer cottages, Grinding up ships, And spitting them out as wreckage. Nancy Fosliay 9th Grade POME In spite of my humble vocation Erata has vouchsafed no inspiration Of rapturous, glorious, ecstatic elation For a lovely, romantic, poetic creation To exhibit with pride at the end of vacation. Having passed afternoons in deep contemplation Of Roget and Webster and Accentuation, I now have decided that no meditation Will banish this feeling of sad perturbation, And so I'm emmitting a mad ululation. My formerly trusty imagination Having made its departure without hesitation, I find myself blessed with no pleasant sensation Of visual, corporal materialization, And the worst of it is I have no explanation. I can suffer no longer this humiliation, And so I am writing this sad lucubration, For I have resolved after deep rumination To spare my few readers more harsh castigation: I'll stop writing poetry for the duration! Cameron Dill llth Grade page 63

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IMI I IL I? fi 1' C7 PY 15 SECOND PRIZE MISS BOBBYSOCKS We knock and criticise her, We scold, antagonize her, We wish that she were wiser, More capable and kind. Her path we're always stalking To criticise her talking, Her clothes, her way of walking, Her manners and her mind. We say, L'0h, hightyftighty! She's frivolous and flighty, And all her ways are mighty Undignihed to see, She dances and she chatters, Qur Golden Rule she shatters And laughs at serious matters With unabated gleefl We chide and we correct her, We shadow and detect her, We study and dissect her With all her smiles and tears. And End, on looking o'er her, CAnd learning to adore herj She's just like girls before her For twentyfthousand years! Mary Biddle 1Oth Grade HGNQRABLE MENTION HURRICANE Loud blew the wind, Lamenting, moaning. The pines twisted about In agony, groaning, While the sea, Lashed into wild fury, Beat upon the boardfwalk And gradually bore it away. page 62

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IDI I' L, I? S3 7' C3 FV E? OH! FOR THE SEA! Oh, for the sound of the surf and the smell of the sea, Cn the shores of Cape Cod in the country that's free! How I long for the screams of the gulls that soar by, As they dip for a fish or fly high in the skyg For the pound of the surf and the swish of the sea Seems somehow to thrill them-and it does thrill meg For the little white cottage set back of the treesg CHOW those tall pines would sing with the cool ocean breeze! For the porch in the back where my mother cut flowersg The place where I read to brighten dull hours. These things that I long for, the War took away, But I'1l be returning-Illl come back some day To the roar of the surf and the wash of the sea Cn the shores of Cape Cod in the land that is free. Nancy Foshay 9th Grade Cjx f' CQRSAGES She can have orchids Every day From anyone with The price to pay. She pins them to A lustrous fur- But still I vvouldn't Change with her. I Wear no blooms From a florists shelf. But a rose he picked For me himself l I wear his love, For all to see. While she, in orchids, Envies me. Evie Perry IOth Grade page 64