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

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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

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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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BOOKS By JACK STROH l'ue explored the depths of trackless caves, And felt the warmth of jungle rainy I'Ue sailed out far into the sea, To flee the mark of killer Cain: l'ue dwelt in a ruined castle's gloom, And felt the cold of Azreal's wingsg I saw inside of old Tut's tomb, And fought the might of barb'r'ous kings I'Ue charged down many an Indian trail, Saber singing a song of doom: l'Ue drunk with Robin, the brown old ale. . . But never. never. left my room. EXERCISE IN ALLITERATION BY CECILE MUELLER Softly, silver-slippered moonbeams Came stealing into my room, Where the shroud-like shades of night Had surrounded me in gloom. Warm night winds whistled wonderingly Through every pine and sage, While the tall, taut trees stood tenderly, Tireless. tamed with age. Stars sparkled like shining gems. Then surrendered to dawning day. As the startling, strengthening sunlight Shattered the darkness. dull and gray. A WATERF ALL BY CAROL STEWART A quiet stream. so gently flowing on and on and never stopping 'Til it sees the stern cliff's edge. Then it starts to swirl and hedge, Tries to turn itself about, it tries to keep from dropping, dropping O'er it goes with mighty roaring. into lacy mist itys tut ning, Droplets turn to prisms fine, Rainbows in each prism shine, 'Til they join the stream below wherein cz whirlpool's churning churning fAccepted for publication and given HONORABLE MENTION by the National High School P t y Twenty-six Associationj lRead at College Club Evening' of Poetry.1 r