Terry Parker High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Jacksonville, FL)

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Student Artist: Pat LcCIcrc. Medium: Bluprinting. foxfire Crickets droned ever on and on. while tree cast shadows crossed o'er the grassy floor. Meadows faltered by the edge of the wood, sivaying. as cool winds shifted the afternoon about. Contented fox relaxed beneath the ferns. his tainted red hair glowed in the slanted sunlight. Drowsing eyes saw visions of the hazy far wood as he slipped further and further in rest. Rumbling heavily gainst earth and sky. horses advanced, crossing the meadows like hares. following the hounds in a blaze of horns with riders who thirsted for the maddening hunt. Grasses swayed gently as fear's grip held the fox. cruelly focusing his attention upon his nearing pursuers. Then throwing himself into flight he left seeking the safely of distance through the fields. His wits slowly emerged from the grasp of despair as he instinctively ran a hazardous course through the tangled low underbrush, briars. and thickets which would stumble the steeds and bar the dogs. Yet on came the hunters, ever closer and closer. seeking the bloody death of the fox. who otherwise would l c lying peacefully hidden within the shadowy ferns. Ilis heart quivered madly and distorted his gaze. Panic lay close upon haunches and heart, causing his flight to be no longer carefully chosen. but only a hopeless path to the distant dark wood. The hounds closely approching bayed their lust. O'er fences and thickets the hunter rode on. goading their tired steeds on to still faster gaits. No quarter was given, no mercy was laid out. Dangerous woods filled with black fears before the fox lay offering safety in knit underbrush and peaceful dells. The fox entered into the low-lying brambles leaving the hunters to curse the foul wood. Student Poet: Leigh Armstrong. 290

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Hilltop Pondering As I stand atop this crest I look at the moon and stars And 1 wonder Arc they more advanced? Do the people of Mars suffer from sickness Or do they have no diseases at all? And I speculate Are they more advanced? Do they have wars and fight among themselves Or do they live peaceably as a people should? And 1 ponder Are they more advanced? When out of the sky their came a flash And a ship landed close to me And I knew They are more advanced! Student Poet: John Adams. A Dreamer’s Epitaph Lo! 'Tis an enchanted night within the latter part of A fading dream-all that is real now escapes In somber flight. Oh what horror doth prevade this room of visions Like an omen of the darkness it preys upon. This whithered soul. I lie awake but yet Asleep, hoping dreaming, for some truth untold. And round about the spirits sing of tented Brazen glory accompanied by an angel's flute Of a long forgotten story. O late eternal life and light erase from Me this sorrow and shroud forever restless Souls in sacred lasting morrow! Student Poet: Alan Harkey. Potpourri

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The Common Wecdplant Behold the persistent ubiquitous wccdplant. Observe in what places its ignorance allows it to grow. Note its utilitarian evergreen foliage. See oh what numbers of progeny on Earth it bestow. The wccdplant is progenitor of liveryman's garden. Though later it turns into venomous foe. When elegant tropical ferns do supplant it. Who once could only be grown with a gardener's hoe. Student Poet: Susan White. Student Artist: Sandie Van Dyne. Medium: Mixed. Wind 'rite wind is an intangible thing. It lingers for a moment, then it is gone. Wind's essence can't be deciphered. We seem o think we know it. Then it betrays us And we are bereft. Docs wind really exist? Or is wind only an illusion or dream? Wind's time is so short. Is what we consider wind only a figment of our lonely imaginations? Where dots the wind go when it leaves us? Into the blank void called Hell or If it is good, t leaven? But how could wind lx: good or bad ? What evil or goodness is it possible For simple, innocent wind to have? Student Poet: Susan White. Student Artist: Terry Brown. Medium: Chalk Pastels. Potpourri. 291