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

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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

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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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Fragment There was a frolicsome fragment of happiness dancing in my room. Once I actually grabbed a hold of it, but it withered and slipped from between my fingers. In its teasing and annoying way, it pecked me and fled, crept up my back, pulled my hair, screamed and sang and giggled all around. As I tried to catch hold of it for just another glimpse, the fragment burst into baby fragments and swept out the window. Lorna Wilson Elevators Escalators Airplanes Balloons Frisbees Birds Temperature Gauges And Life But I sit alone. waiting and waiting for my turn to rise from sitting alone. Dennis Osborn In a cold, frosted town that I used to know well By a lost, empty sea with no waves and no swell And the shack where I lived by the big, black lagoon was eerie and green in the light of the moon. The wind told me secrets I knew I must keep And the air threatened death with its long, silent sleep. The sky was so empty, just moon and no stars The houses are drab with invisible bars. It's a weird lonely world like a mute picture show Por once I am there, I am not free to go. A black, wailing prison, my ball and my chain A stark dismal fortress that stands in the rain. So nowl can't go there, I need to be free - No longer a home, but a stranger to me. Denise Peek 288 Life Life seems so short Maybe it's just a small part of what's in store. Tim Miller Why? said the young boy as he tugged at the coat of the old man he thought knew all. Because it must be. said the old man as he stared at the brown of the sky with eyes that saw nothing. the young boy was silent as he took it all in and he also stared at the browm. the old man smiled at cracked pavement as he waited upon a new question with which he would search the skies of his mind to find a suitable answer. Sandra Black THE ANSWER MAN I went to the market place Saturday, to look for the answer man to buy some badly needed answers But When I got there I couldn't find him. And when I stopped looking I found I was lost So I sat down on a hard, cold rock and cried, and while I was crying a man came to me and told me he was selling answers, this week Only so like a fool I believed him and followed him, only to find later he was not real and only a question in Linda Lee s l sh rg disguise. MB