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

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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.

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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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NIGHT BY CAROL STEWART Beneath the silvery moonbeam's glow The lake lies calm and still- A flawless mirror of the stars- Below the sleeping hill. The whippoorwill calls to his mateg An owl begins to screechg The fiddlers of the night tune upj A frog begins to preach A sermon in his deep bass voice To nature's noisy crowd. A sudden hush-the moon's bright face Is hidden by a cloud. tAccepted for publication and given HONORABLE .MENTION by the National High School Poetry A5SOCi8tl0l'l.l 1Given HONORABLE MENTION in Wednesday Club Poetry Confest.I AS THE I WIC IS BENTH lA Dirge for Lady Macbethj BY JACQUELINE ATCHISSON Wooed maiden- Eyes aglow with passions lovelight . . . Sparkling wedding ,' laughter, kin, and vows e' Life's sweet bubble! Tempted lady, Now descry yon gilded temples: Read again Macbeth's epistle: see what waits . But for taking. Greedy woman- Vzlest vampire draining Duncan's erlasting . Holy blood. Aye, claiming life as only God should, Sweet-faced serpent. Wrel'ched wakerl Raise the poisoned chalice to more Odious lips. Now gasping breaths cease- Hell-Eternal! lSpeciaI mention by College CIub.j NIGHT AT SALISBURY BY MAUREEN HERMAN The sand becomes a painted stream, The sea, a band of light. The sky becomes a flaming dome In the caverns of the night. ln wondering awe this we see As Night approaches Salisbury. A once bright, now dying light Fades swiftly from the sand. A black sea and a black sky March quickly, hand in hand As swiftly, Night sails from the sea And stalks ashore' at Salisbury. fAccepted for publication and given HONORABLE MENTION by the National High School Poetry Associatiomj C0ntest.I lGiven HONORABLE MENTION in Wednesday Club Poetry tRead at College Club Evening of Poetry.J Twenty-five