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

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Student Artist: Chuck Venable. Medium: Charcoal. I am young like hot fudge melted over ice cream. 1 am young like a newspaper printed and ready to go. I am young like grey putty pushed and pounded. I am young like orange fire taking a long time to die. I am young like whipped cream soft, white, and delicious. I am young like candy apples coated with sticky red. I am young, alive, yellow and cveryihing 1 want hut growing. 294 Student Poet: Jody Kuss.

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A clown with big cars and a big red nose. Large laughing eyes and mouth: The pokadot pants and (lowered shirt. To a child are a perfect match. A miniature pony, a lady who's fat; A ferris wheel ride and games: ’(he sweet cotton candy and foaming cokes. To a child are a healthy meal. But when I see a clown in his odd array. All I can sec is a fake. I know he's not real, he's merely a man Who is paid to make people laugh. 'Ihe miniature pony and fat lady, too Arc both just nature's mistakes: 'Ihe games are rigid to steal you blind: You'll be sick from the candy and rides. So each time I see a child at the fair I think how nice it would be To see only good in a make-believe world And not the reality I see. Student Poet: Diane Kelley. Student Artist: Lena Snell Medium: Slitcherv.

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I See . . . Black, cold room something moving quickly through but it's not distinct. Safe except for a trace of fright. All of a sudden 1 was alone, lonely, thinking of the past. Dark but light, soft breeze blowing. I remembered something important, at least I thought it was. It's gone. I was running slowly at first then fast, as if running from something. It's over.-Suc Shaffer. ... a spring meadow still wet from the dew. The sun was just rising and the beams of morning sunlight reached through the trees to touch a single person standing alone in the meadow. The air was cool and freshsmelling and the dull morning gloom was broken by the sunlight.—David Holzapfcl. ... the same thing in all four songs. I saw a small mountain stream slowly descending and building up force, faster, faster, then the climax, the small mountain stream has grown into a raging river. Now I sec it plunging over the waterfall. ... a small boy maturing into a man. ... a surfer end his day by taking the perfect wave and coming out on top.-Mark Morrison. ... a person all slone. wrapped in dark clothing. It's windy, a dark winter night. He's very sad and cold and the world all around him is blurred. Me feels frightened. Even with people passing he is still very much alone and this has made him bitter. Me just keeps standing in one spot looking for something, but what?—Anonymous. . • - many opposite things. 1 saw birth, death, people running away from things. . . . life, it was Pink Floyd. 1 could just see people moving all over. really getting into the music and I was in the middle of it. it was all around me. I just felt like jumping up and down. I wish I could have . . . ... a man running and running ... I don't know from what, but to me it was funny. He just looked so scared. I wish I could have seen or known what he was running from.—Anonymous. ... a battlefield right after the battle, soldiers lying in blood but the life was still there. A flashback to the life of a graceful swan in a pond.—Anonymous. ... a sign of death . . . walking in a morgue, alone ... a guy about to shoot himself . . . the gun went off. it was really weird. . . . cold winter. Every picture seemed to be black and white, and death seemed to just loom in my mind.. I See. —Anonymous. Student Artist: Lena Snell. Medium: (Jhalk. Potpourri. 295