Southwest Dekalb High School - Panther Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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The cool autumn morning shines with a clear brilliance, never before understood. The cattle moo in a low key, the chickens are all huddled up. And in the apple tree the spider weaves his web. With each pattern and more the dew droplets sparkle and shine like diamonds on the cool fall morning. Lynde Wo rley The creation of the infinite universe unknovsm staggers the imagination with the thought of its vastness. Yet the wonder of those with endless curiousity are provided with belief that there somewhere exists civilizations such as our own. Karen Harris Emotion His Hands, old and worn Waited for the life to be born Into the countryside After the seasonal white His eyes looked endlessly Into the sea of trees Covered by a cloud of snow The chilly wind made his eyes Water, or was it Emotion A young boy Once full of joy Stood looking into the Sea of snow covered trees His eyes watered, There Was no chilled wind Mark Baxter iw VA I 4 ,- aaess-Misha see?-9 a ,, as Qin? :lg 7' A , Gently sweeping the dusted fields 5 Wiping the land clean, making the way for a wash and dry laundry, , Trailing behind the soft, silent breeze, Bales of cotton turned dark and gray to make cloth of greens and browns of the meadows bare and alone. Kim Taylor i say no to that For i would not like to be a road side. and catch people's discards and hold cigarette butts for men with nothing better to do than pick all of them up just to make one big cigarette to smoke. to be a final resting place for Opossums, Squirrels, Dogs and Cats that never made it to the other ...... side. and think, a road side is always the end of a forest Marty Wallis

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Suddenly -e Silver splits the restless sky. A rumble drifts in from the west to join the soft patter of unseen droplets Mother Nature promptly divides into two opposing forces for the battle. The tension mounts as the struggle continues, gaining both force and fury each second. Without warning, all motion is terminated - a gentle calm descends. The forces disperse to parts unknown. Such is a thunderstorm. Laurie MacLeod Wind Wind plays a cantata Between the bare branches Of a lone oak tree expecting Applause. Ben Taylor Duo , 1 On the retum trip Fire-colored trees follow their road-master Like a faithful infinite shadow. Behind, Yellow, Drying Grass fields roll back into a thin dark pine edge broken Qoccasionallyl by the land-sowers' tiny houses granted the land's permission to remain. Close, sapphire Sky protects the openness from time. Dianne Chance In cool shade by the stream he stays still No movement save the rushing water Lost inside himself for the moment, he watches the leaf whirling round and down and down. Belinda Mc Keithen Stacie Hull A breeze Puff of wind. The com swayed like a dance company Steady night wind in elf costume. Doves, stretching their wings to the wind In preparation for flight. Tim Currie A testing flap. Then airborne, free. Dan Kincaid

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A city seen from an airp lane is like a dirty spot on the carpet. Becky Carter Captured by none lt worries me, yet hurries me by with a Smile and a wave - a gesture Forbidding a tear to pass. Can the grass feel footsteps? Captured by few It bothers me, yet fathers me like a son with a Smile and a pat - a gesture Forbidding a tear to pass Can the grass feel footsteps? Captured by all It frightenes me, yet tightens around my thoughts with a Smile and a wink - a gesture Forbidding a tear to pass As I walk on grass. Jane Karwo ski Karen Harris , Smoke The smoke was a serpent, a giant, thick pow- erful snake. It intertwined through the branches of the trees. It brought the aroma of burning wood, the odor of burning fur and flesh. It was evil, and would not go away for days. The snake was there before, during and after the yellow flames licked away at the creatures of the forest. Kim Miller The sun shone gloriously, its heat burning, beautifully, sweat pouring from every gland, illuminating the small puffy clouds, melting everything, like a dog on the beach, withering the vegetation, warming flo wers, drying up small streams, beams softly shining earthward drought, making a wonderous rainbow, killing cattle, looking so magnificent while rising, miserable suffering, and even more so while setting. Ted Wansley Nancy Veach Q3 5 7 C