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

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A CHlLD'S DREAM Last night Iiwalked through castle walls, Through gilded rooms and spacious halls, Where fairies bright and brownies spright, I Danced in my vision of the night. I saw them play Oh, then so gay! g I walked into a garden fair, And oh, the roses I saw there! And there were lilies of delight That seemed to bloom out in the night. The pansies bloomed in bunches rare, And violets at me seemed to stare. I walked upon a lawn of green And beheld a gushing fountain scene. Before my eyes in wonder rows ' Birds of Paradise did pose. Sweet songsters of the night were there. Their sweet songs rose into the air. And then I heard my mother call And knew that I must leave it all. I stopped a moment more to gaze Before I left this wondrous maze. I scarce could leave this scene of love 5 I knew 'twas God's gift from above. Naomi Kanter, B7 I MY GARDEN In my garden you may find, Flowers of almost every kind Modest violets, pansies blue Roses sprinkled with the dew. Stately lilies White as snow, Dainty daisies lying low, Fragrant mignonette is there, Happiness seems everywhere. Proudly standing in their place Hollyhocks are face to face With the larkspur all so true And verbenas pink and blue. Tuber roses in the night Blooming till the morning light Shows up in the eastern sky Then they nod their heads and die. ' Dorothy Gibson, 117 One Hundred Sixty-eight

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THE BUTTERFLY Happy as the little birds Who made their nests in trees, Carefree as the dancing wind That rustles all the leaves. Beautiful as a sunset With colors bright and gay, Gleeful as a little child Wlien laughing at its play. Light and airy as the clouds That drift across the sky, Flutters past my window A golden butterfly. Such dainty, charming, elhn grace In its happy flight I see, Another fairy child, it is, Dancing for you and me. GLOW-WORM A phosphorescent glow-worm, Lovely at night- Dies with the morning sun. DEW The dew comes softly stealing Over the flowers at night And leaves on their petals the diamonds That shine in the morning light. Carol Goddard, A9 Joanne Leach, A9 Marilouise Dunn, A8 LOVE WEED Love-Weed is a maiden fair Combing her yellow, golden hair, Fringing the stream as if to see Her loveliness reflected there. Jack Henry, A9 One Huncl red Sixty-save n

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