Southwest High School - Roundup Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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MY EARNEST HOPE BY PAULA ANN BOWMAN I may be a bell in a' steeple and sing To the land in a voice great and loud: Or I may be a stone both trampled and scorned 'Neath the feet of the worshiping crowd. I may be the guide to great vessels at sea, --A powerful beacon of light: But l'll be content in a home poor and small A candle to burn through the night. IVhatever my job is destined to be. No matter how great or how small. I want to be able to say when I'm through That l've given my best, my all. fAccepted for publication and given HONORABLE, MENTION by the National High School Poetry Association? HALLOVVEYEN NIGHT BY BOB BURKE Down the dim moonlit street, The pumpkins shine bright In the windows of houses On Hallowe'en Night. The ghosts and the goblins Anal the witches in flight All frolic together On Hallowe'en Night. The children in costume Are aquiver with fright As they scurry to parties On Halloween Night. Cider and doughnuts, And apples to bite, Loud laughter of children On Hallowe'en Night. SPRING SIGNS By DICK WENDT As winter turns to springtime. As grey skies fade to blue, The rusty brown grass wakens. Transformed to green anew. And the weather-beaten skeletons Of trees once cloaked in grey Display their tender emerald coats, So thin, yet fresh and gay. Ana' from a tiny wren house. Lifeless for so long. There comes a warbling note of joy. A thrilling vernal song- Announcing to the weary world Spring her beauty has unfurled. Twenty-three

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lAccepted for publication an NATUREYS ORCHESTRA BY NANCY WOOLRID GE A cricket's chirp may not make A real sensation, But blended in with croaking frogs I hear syncopation. A babbling brook with tinkling bells Goes wandering through the forest, A summer breeze and rustling trees Join in the mighty chorus. The birds and bees with soft, mild notes Add to my elation, And with the rest in tremolo They make this orchestration. ssocia ion.J tR.ead at College Club Evening' of Poetry.y WINDS BY DAVID SCHULZ In the still of the night a spectre rides, VV'histling around corners.-Hear his sighs? Grasping with vigor his new esteem. 'Tis Autumn-with rain he'll form a team. Over the meadow covered with snow, Peeking in windows-letting you know Winter is here with his cold icy hand Spreading his glory o'er all the land. Scampering lightly o'er patches of green Spring has arrivedg he's crowning her Queen. Swirling through daisies, rushing o'er moss, Chasing the May fly, proving who's boss. Solemn and hazy, still 'neath the sun, Waz't1ng till evening, his courses to run. Still in the noon-day, resting it seems Till with the fall rain he happily teams. d given HONORABLE MENTION by the National High A ' t' School Poetry CAccepted for publication and given HONORABLE MENTION by the National High School Poetry Twenty-four Association.j POISON IVY BY DENMER BAXTER The three-fingered monster lies under my head, For I have carelessly lain down in its treacherous bed. It looks as harmless as the hanging blue sky, But under this shield does the danger lie. Rub and scrub with soap must 1, If I'd from its tickling fingers escape. What if I don't scrub and scrape? Then I'll scream with language profane, I'll scratch and patch till I'm driven insane, But sooner or later it'll lose its campaign And my normal being will I regain.