Stitt Junior High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (New York, NY)

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at You think of the wonderful things summer broughtrgo , k ,, Hazel Wallace, 9-403 e v y: . . - Q h? A CHRISTMAS JING LE Gaily colored ribbon Lying on the floor, Wrapping Christmas packages 15 never quite a chore. Silver colored tinsel Hanging on the tree, Turkey in the kitchen, For Mary, Sue, and me. Hear the sleigh a-jingle, Going through the snow. Christmas time is lots of fun, Says everyone I know. Karen Sigmon, 9-321 SUMMER'S ENDED Summer's ended How did you spend it? Did you go to camp Dressed informally like a tramp? Or did you stay at home and sweat? Or did you have fun with friends you met? Or did you work and earn some dough Which you spent freely at the show? Or did you save it like a miser For hopes of spending some day wiser? Did you go to the pool at times ? And are you sick of our silly rhymes ? Now here is one of my own Let's not start to weep and moan, Winter's coming as you know - -- . This poem's about the frost and snow, When summer goes and winter sets in We'll have to face it with a grin. When nights grow long and days grow short - 47 K.6xcr700 .9512:

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THE YEAR Autumn's gone, winter is near, We will soon celebrate a happy New Year. Playing in the snow and having much fun, We can do this after school work is done. Holidays will come and Holidays will go, Soon school will be over, isn't that nice to know? Spring will end, Summer will begin, So we can start this poem all over again, Read this over a couple of times, And see if your opinion, is the same as mine. Joyce Humbee , 9-403 QK bx YOU'RE SPRING You're sweet as honey Light as dew You're soft as a feather Who are you? You're truly wonderful to everyone Because you bring them so much fun. You bring the flowers bright and gay You bring us joy in every day You also bring the birds that sing. Now I know who you are, You're Spring. Sharon Randolph, 7-216 THE MOON The moon is shining white, He lives up in the sky. He comes out only at night, I sometimes wonder why, For, in the morning, he is gone, To rest and wait for night, When once again, he will come, To fill the sky with light. Carol Stathis, 7-427

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PARENTS All of our parents always try, To be very good to us, Try not to get them angry, And do not make a fuss. Parents are so lovable, They are so good and kind, Don't expect them to be perfect, For no one is, you'll find. When your parents tell you something, Do what they say to do, Don't tell them that it isn't fair, Make them proud of you. All parents should be treated well, You may be one some day, too, Every parent does his best, To bring happiness to you. Elaine Goodman, 7-427 I'd like to be a parent, If only for a day, To show that sometimes parents, Can be wrong in many ways. It isn't that they don't love us, Or try to be mean, But they're often so oldafashioned, It makes you want to scream. For instance, we like music, That has a little beat, And we think Rock 8: Roll Can sweep you off your feet, But as you tip-toe over To the record you have chose, You are suddenly reminded, That your father wants to doze. In this and many other ways, Our parents get our goats, And yet as I mention this I think I ought to note, That without our parents We would not be here today, To point out all their errors, And criticize their ways. Randa Moscovitz, 9-304