Summit School - Flame Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Cecily Ann johns on The Rain Sheila Marie Kenyon The rain makes solemn tree guards limp And, like some wicked, childish imp, Plays horrid games upon the grass With wet and slippery molten glass. The rain twists clammy fingers o'er The wind harp, choking its brave roar To sickly spurts of damp unease That barely stir the mourning trees. The rain soaks through the mortal skin And lets the misty vapors in That enervatc the body's kind . . . Rain is the weeping of the mind. 14

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Each leaf in a pile of leaves, Each child in a group of children, Each adult in a group of men and women. One leaf separate from the rest, One child by himself, One man pursuing truth. It is the separate leaf-the child-the man They represent what those combined Are unable to: They are what the others Cannot be. Wendy Hughes Krueger Angela Krawetz ONE IN THE SAME Raindrops . . . gumdrops Wicked WITCH ONE IN THE SAME Raindrops . . . gumdrops Wicked Witch . . . Mother Goose Scarlet . . . pink Sniffle, sniff. . . ho, ho, hee Willowy Sarah Sorrow and plump jenny Joy Are one and the same in the sandbox. 15