The Park School - Spark Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

Page 29 text:

Carolyn Denise Hill To rejoice at the rise of the sun. To seek light where there is dark. To seek peace where there is strife. To embrace dear values. - i To value dear embraces. To seize the present. To chart the future. To find summer in winter, sun in rain. To accept your place in today. To assert your place in tomorrow. To love to live. To live to love. To laugh, to cry, to be, to become. To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the Heaven. ECCL. 3:1 Tolerance is the oil that takes the friction out of life. Richard Alan Eberhard Mr. Truslow and the Cohens: Thank you for mak- ing my senior year at Park possible. 23

Page 28 text:

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west. And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees. And the voices of those who stand looking. And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long. And the forests will echo with laughter. And it makes me wonder . . . Edward Leroy Klopfer, Ir Martha Marie Robinson . . . Yes there are two paths you can go by. But in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. Your head is humming and it won't go-in case you don't know. The piper's calling you to join him. Dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road. Our shadow's taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know. Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all. To be a rock and not to roll. Led Zeppelin 22

Page 30 text:

Jeannine Anne Lee n JF' All X A I can't be contented with yesterday's glories I can't live on promises winter till spring. Today is my moment, and now is my story, I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing. gr Qsffg? 5 Q fs 22:5-'15 C gz X X., gif! Pb Za x 4,0 ., ff M if N X953 llff fD! ,:-Ezlfx '?,'1?' -' 44:21 'vafif lv 0 e f , - v 1 x -11, 1- Log! 4 DY cj? cj .cell 24 1 ' 'Q isis There is a song deep in my heart. It has no tune. It has no words. It has no start. It sings of life. It sings of men. It sings of everything that's past since the world began. Though we're different as night and day, We are both from a common mold and of human clay. We may have failings, and yet to be sure, . that as long as man can learn to love, then long may the world endure. Debra Lynn Givens What makes the lamb love Mary so? T The eager children cry, Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know, The teacher did reply.