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

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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

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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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F I r I I E -5 l F 2- A Sensitivity A murmur of voices slowly Slips into my consciousness As I realize there is a light rain Falling noiselessly upon me. My feelings tell me I have been here Ages upon ages, merely Listening to the silence. I am at peaceg My body at rest. X . I feel tuned, as an instrument X Waiting for a melodyp Fo rgotten, or at least evasive Fugues dance within- me. Do not subject my strings to the Violence and confusion of tunes loud, Indifferent, and unresolved 5 Or the careless Handle me, for such things Destroy my tone and my response. Bring me in from the rain - Converse with me in a Sonata. Leave to me an inspirationp I shall leave to you this peace. Iudy Nash Puberty's Preparation A child is born Prepare his mold - Prepare his mind. Shall he be great? Sh all he be blind? Prepare his mold - Prepare his mind. Will he kill in the war? Or is that a bit to far? Prepare his mold - His storyp as of yet untold. Sh all we name him love? Must we call him deceit? Can he be a pauper, Scrapping at our feet? Prepare him to fightl It is only right - to feel that cold steel and It's a deadly bite. For in this manner and only in this way - I-Ie can be blind and still labled great. We'll name him loveg the child of deciet. Or is that a bit too far? Dianne Culver I-Iave you ever . . . walked in a field full of flowers and dew? felt the rain on your face? touched the clouds? ' licked a popsicle as it dribbled down yourlchin? felt a newborn baby's skin? criedwout loud, trying not to hold back? touched someone emotionally? run a country mile? lived a frightening moment? given up yours so that someone else could have? seen a year old fawn in the wild? held back revenge? lost yourself in a dream? laughed at a good movie? watched the stars? got a lump in your throat? been overwhelmed by the fragrance of a flower? listened to a clock tick? asked God for forgiveness? sensed the power of nature? loved? Billy Williams Dan Buselmeier :Sill PQ. 186 ag Q 3 C 57 lt- 'i 'f X 'vi' Xe