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

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Elaine Campbell...her Mar- vel of the Ozarks won essay honors. Oufl up Twenty-two LOVELY LADY By SALLY MARTINDALE Take the moon and spin it fine To threads of silken gold: Sprinkle stardust, gently now: It's something to behold. Her hair is doneg now take the stars, Combine them with the skies, Add just a drop of water blueg These shall be her eyes. Fading into shades of night, Find me a sunset rare. Mt'ngle with it hues of dawn: No beauty can compare. One, two, three! The work is done: That will be her crown. Now to start the work upon A stunning, flawless gown. From rainbow dew cut me a garb, A paragon of perfection. A deep green lake will be her glass To view her own reflection. A cloud for her powder puff And roses for her lips- Rubies for her dainty hands, To grace her fingertips. Endow her now with wisdom, Wz'th laughter and with life- And free her from all worry, From war, from fear, from strife. Who is this model maiden. The one I idolize? She's but a product of my thought From whence such dreams do rise. Joseph Kurz . . . he was first in the short story division with The Quest. 60I'lf86i mnnefd Sally Martindale...her poem Lovely Lady look Hrs! place,

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METAPHOR By JOAN BURGESS Seeds, planted in fertile soil By hands loving and tender Growg reach eagerly for the sun's rays, Drink deeply of the rain, And become blossoms beautiful to behold. Other seeds, planted in the same garden By hands as loving and tender Stand stagnant 5 refuse the sun's warm caresses, Reflect nature's nourishing rain, Willing to live but not to partake of life. BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD By CAROL LOVING Did you ever linger by the side of the road And live the things you see and hear? The soft white snow as it falls on youg The patches of blue that still peep through: The cry of the loon from the distant lake, The lonesome echo that comes in its wake. The haunting shadows as the branches bare Wave their long- lank arms in wild despair. Then silence and darkness descends on all, Wrapping the world in its long black shawl. SERENITY By RONALD HARDING f Blue, velvet dark sky, Blending softly in the silvery Glow of a full moon. Far below quiet lakes Reflect an incandescent glow. Cattails, solemn, serene sentinels, Stand at the water's edge Waving with the whispering wind. In their midst dives a frightened frog, Leaving shimmering, sparkling, silver circles. Twenty-three