St Agnes High School - Palm Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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WITH THE WIND What a good feeling beneath the trees, so powerful and still. I sit in the grasses, with the wind rasping hoarsely through the gnarled branches enclosing me. And I breathe silently thinking how lonely it is now that l'm free. Kathy Keck '71 Wind blustering around me and I put my head to my knees searching for the warmth of my soul. And finding it, l threw up my head, smiling, defiant to the wind. It had brought me more peace, not stripped me, and I had won. Not even its cold bite could shake my hold on the earth. W Susan Washington '71 l you are the wind i sometimes contlne myself to live in far-off places. i spend those days in a castle. sometimes i go to the great fields where winter wheat grows. i sit down among the wheat, i arrange my robes and cape. i see the wheat bending, i know you are there, somehow, ever constant. somehow never changing. somehow never forgetful in my mind. you are the wind, blowing songs through mY mind . . . Helen Stevens '72 57

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THE TRAVELER I hang alone in solitude, Suspended from a barren tree, Her branches shake from fear of what I know will overpower me. Thus, my enemy approaches, Cruelly snatching me from my home, Foretelling the storm's arrival, And I set oft, the world to roam. l'm tossed gracefully through the a Settling only now and then. Passing over the rocky path, A stream I see and stop again. Floating round the rippling water Like a small boat without a sail, I play hide-and-seek with shadows, As they quickly pursue my trail. The rugged sides are vast canyons, And though the rocks get in my way, Under one, I seek a haven, A sheltered, peaceful place to stay. Catherine Nowaski '74 Sometimes when the sun comes out it blinds me with its glare i can't see at all. or clouds can block the light and black or gray blankets all i still can't see. maybe someday on a nice day i'll be able to sit warm in the sun and still see the shadows. Anne Zicari '71 ir, . . It used to be that time and goodness had something to do with the sun- now the orange fire only casts light for leaping, QVUY realities of shadows. Mary Sue Scarciotta '71 Wave over wave tumbling Erasing in its ebb Footprints in the sand Ellen Mayoue '71 LEAF Eyeing the world from your home- dangling, falling, soaring with the wind . . . creeping across and over above and around gliding, watching, riding the world to its end. The leaf . . . Ellen O'leary '74

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Childhood Wide-eyed Innocence DIED For me When I Met you- Who Turned My dreams Into the Rotting Existence That Is Reality. Thank you. Now When I think My Thoughts Are Polluted Nasty Frightening Unreal And A Part of you That Is not Really Me. Thanks For Letting My mind Rot Corrode Into A Sewer-Like Cavity Dunk Dark And full of Empty cracks That Haven't yet Found That Sun That at one Time I Called My Own. Kathy Keck '71 My land is dying the establishment bleeds I'm straight and I'm stoned and I'm killing my brother. I don't want no hate I don't want no love I want to be free to fly where I please and find the true peace offered to me. An alien to earth I'm alone with my dreams. Jacquelyn Connelly '71 58