Sheridan High School - Bronc Yearbook (Sheridan, WY)

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Poetry Contest Winners TO A LADY’S RING Who knows what hidden secrets lie Interned within thy sapphire cool Where sobbing heart and tearful eye Will ever be concealed. Those memories of years gone by Entombed within thy jealous pool Were locked therein with tear or sigh No more to be revealed. Engraved upon thy gilted band Is “M and .1” to add thy charms. With these “9-18-14” stands. What faithful heart has yearned ? The giver placed thee on her hand Then heard our country’s cry “To Arms!” He journeyed forth to foreign lands And never has returned. He left his ranks, a Chosen Soul, This man who fought with death and pain. He fought for peace, the highest goal And freed the lives of men! But now the Gods of War enscroll This curse: “That they have died in vain!” And loudly Bells of Freedom toll Their protest once again! Who knows how many silent rings Adorning lonely, anxious hands Await the joys that Freedom brings Though many hearts shall yearn? When Liberty’s Bell, though Fractured rings Her song of Peace through happy lands Those Chosen Souls will gladly sing Though they cannot return! —Roy Pounds A SOLDIER’S PRAYER Oh, Heavenly father, I pray to thee, Give me the strength to fight. Let me die, if I must, on the battlefield For freedom’s lasting right. Help me to keep my trust in you, when My comrades die, oh Lord. Make me strive for the things I love, Against the enemies’ horde. I shall fight on land, I shall fight on the sea, Wherever my duty calls; I beg, oh Lord, that I be unafraid To endure till the enemy falls. Have a day come at last when the war will end, And I may came home again. The hostile tyranny crushed to earth— These things I ask. Amen. Twcnty-eiirht —Dede Meyer.

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Poetry Contest—Continued BATAAN ANI) CORREGIDOR It happened at the break of dawn It rang; from shore to shore It turned skies black, that fatal crack On Bataan and Corregidor. Friend turned foe on that fatal day— Hit hard at our back door, And lit a flame, of a deadly game From Bataan to Corregidor. The bombs—they fell and turned loose hell In a godless reign of war— And brave lads fought, though they were caught On Bataan to Corregidor. They heard the noise of bursting bombs As they ruined and shattered and tore The very heart of the great rampart On Bataan and Corregidor. They fought through the night, an endless day Though it shook the very core Of tired souls in cold fox holes— On Bataan and Corregidor. Then suddenly—all was quiet and still, And peace was reigning o'er Comrades who lay in cross array On Bataan and Corregidor. Brave soldiers died there, and left us place To settle up the score— And repay each one of the Rising Sun For Bataan and Corregidor. Yet years go by; they’ll be forgot And the burdens that they bore— Yet shall be our cry, as those years go by— Bataan and Corregidor! —Edward Brantz.