Thomas Starr King Middle School - Echoes Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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THE SUN A firey god, Warlike and boldg The Sun Yet glowing and golden in colour, Its rays, Appearing upon the horizon, To herald the dawn Of the coming day. It approaches, In a blaze of glory, Supremely regal! Stuart Ratliyff, A9 One H undred Sixfy-'Hwree

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POEMS Poems! They are wonderful things. They reach into the depths of one's soul They kindle a flame of beauty and joy, Glory, Love, and life exhultant. Life wisps of delicate beauty Bringing into the most sordid lives The thoughts of peace and beauty! Poems! A spirit resting lightly on the soul As a butterfly resting lightly on a rose. f Pfwy HIGH UP ON A HILL TOP High up on the hill top When the day dawns bright, I Watch the country 'waken, With the coming light. I hear the rooster crowing, I see the wind-mill go, And 'I see the people coming From their houses down below. High up on the hill-top, When the day is done, I watch the country go to rest When sets the glaring sun. I see the farmers put away Their work things for the night, And soon the country settles down, Until the coming light. Daisy E SUNSET A burst of color far and wide, A gentle glory magnihed, A gorgeous banner Hung afar, Fading before the evening star. Colors rich and deep as blood, Hung above the ocean Hood, Flung for a moment, snatched away, Hidden beneath the water's spray. Who made this glory? It was God. 'Twas He who made the sea and sod. Tipper, A9 leffonty, A8 'Twas He who spread the banner there, Across the pure, clear, evening air. Grant One Hundred Sixty-two Elwell, .48

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SPRING Spring is near. Spring is near. The birds and Howers will soon be here. The grass will soon be a pretty green And lovely things will soon be seen. Anna Brun A FAIRY BOLD . Spring is just a fairy bold, Wrapped in hues of green and gold Sprinl-:ling happiness around, Brightening up the cold dark ground. Dancing through the Helds of grain, Bringing summer time again, Trees burst forth in blossoms new Roses smile, they're happy too. Kathryn FV SPRING TIME Spring is coming over the hill With garlands in her hair. She brings with her sunshine and gladness And joy she spreads everywhere. Her lips are as red as the roses, Her eyes like the violets blue. Her skin is as fair as the lilies white And her eyes are sparkled with dew. She turns all the hills to greenness And tints the flowers anew And opens her paintbox of colors To brighten the sunset's hue. And when sweet Springtime leaves us And Summer takes her place I watch her go with sadness And longing on my face. Catherine J. Goo SPRING MORNING Spring comes tripping down the hill Past the stream and the old wood mill. Her garments are soft and Ileecy write. She scatters flowers in the morning light. Her hair is gold o'er her fleecy gown As she stoops to scatter thistledown. Roses and daisies bloom as she passes, And where'er she steps are tiny grasses. zberg, B7 ebb, A9 dsell, A8 Gloria Nieman, B7 One Hundred Sixty-four