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

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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

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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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Incongruity is an empty box of Russell Stover's on top of your diet book. Mama Scarry Han' IFIPL t I ll 1 1 A 'lik L K 1 X ig 'tl Qi M at Tx-2 Boredom is bland, It smells like a musty room, tastes like cottage Cheese or grits, looks like a white wall, and sounds like a test of the emergency broadcasting system. Kathy Prough Sometimes If when I'm down and lonely N I get the urge to fly a kite or play the kazoo or build a sand castle or roll down a steep green grassy hill and giggle But whenever I W get the urge to do that someone always reminds me that I'm sixteen 3, A and I should know better. 'IV Q M I do. XA I I prefer kites. E Camille Taylor -1-1 tg., ! 4 , i E Hello, Goodbye Hello. How are you? I smiled and waved a greeting They smile and nod and wave Then promptly forget our meeting II frown sometimesb I sat dovsm beside her Smiled and asked her out She answered No And explained so well, She's telling the truth, no doubt II frown alot, you knowj I t was a good race, very well run, he reckoned I smiled in agreement. We both knew I came in second. II frown most of the timej I smile as tears run down my cheek, I'll be somebody someday. In about a week. I'll leave a note and it will say, Say good bye to me And the spattered blood will draw sympathy From those that thought they knew me. Brad Kizzo rt Nancy Veach