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

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E ' E :+L ' N , v A 5 L -1 rl - ' r lIlll11!HBil: I' M lawn o- 4: - ra - 2 ' s i nv visa-rgERFfgl1-1335 : EN I GEESE Autumn has come Geese in the rice fields Wild! There is one With a broken Wing. Catherin AUTUMN Autumn is calling, calling And the Winds reecho the sound. The Fall The The The gaily painted autumn leaves silently to the ground. snow will soon be falling. earth is getting bare. trees will soon be leafless In the breezy autumn air. Naomi EVENING IN AUTUMN Overhead the geese are flying. Far across the sky they roamg O'er the hill the sun is dyingg Everything is going home. Now the whippoonvill is sighing. Leaves are falling from the trees. Overhead the stars are shiningg Softly blows the autumn breeze. Mart LE CHANT DES OISEAUX Que chantez-vous, petits oiseaux? Je vous regarde et vous ecouteg C'est Dieu qui vous a faits se beaux Vous le chantez, sans doute Vos airs si tendres et si doux Lui rendent tous les jours hommage Je te benis moi, moins qui vous Moi que lui dois meme davantage. e Roberts, ha F uller, Catherine Okel, A9 One Hundred Seventy one Kan ter,

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ww JEEP 6-X 1 ' all if Q1 1 d ' I ij ' ' , us . ' I ' 4 v S v 1 l X X' Ill . willy :A 2' U v ' 9, ,N . T , A - 7 vh-pg'-, va 'Rrge 11 'letgg t MY GARDEN I am playing in my garden With flowers in a row. I hear rny mother calling, But oh, I hate to go! roses beckon to me. violets call me, too. carnations never looked so red. bluebells ne'er so blue. I'd like to take my flowers Along to tea with me, And put them on the table For everyone to see. My My My My Juanita Axe, A9 FLOWERS A blooming flower on a garden wall, Side by side with a sunflower tall, And round about, and here and there A rose so red and a tulip fair. God is there and all about I offer Him my thanks devout For flowers, the glory of the day, To cheer and light our weary way. Lloyd Austin, A9 DEAR LITTLE QUEEN Queen of the flowers laughs at me Gaily, playfully, happily! Queen of the flowers nods at me Wisely, knowingly, trustingly, Queen of the flowers sighs at me Sadly, drearily, lonely. faunita Axe, A9 One Hundred Seventy

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.4 -' ,- .. .. .. I 1'IM.wI LII LI MI .JII I, BLACK BIRDS Silhouettes of freedom, Etched agamst fhe gray' Verial Pfillzinson, A9 THE MAIDEN AND THE SONG BIRDS I Maiden: Oh, pray where are you going On this cold and gloomy day With the wind so keenly blowing And the clouds so low and gray? Birds: We are flying to the Southland There the Winter We shall spend In a land that's free from ice and snow And summers never end. Maiden: Oh, I shall be so lonesome Without thy cheery song To Waken me at sunrise Through the months so cold and long. Birds: But never fear, sweet maiden, Our songs again we'll sing, And fill the World with music VVhcn We return in spring. Daisy Eleffonty, X19 MON CHER FRANCAIS Parlez-vous francais? Oh, oui, oui Madarne - French, the language of the knights of old: No matter what the country of their birth, No other tongue could serve the gallants bold, All others seemed too formal and too cold. Parlez-vous francais ? Ah, oui, oui 1VIonsieur French, the language of the poet's days. The tongue wherein they best expressed their thoughts Both in the olden and the modern ways. French, the language of La Marseillaise. Parlez-vous francais ? Ah, oui, oui, Mam'selle. French, that language like some bright flag furled Has caught and held us, Where soe'cr We go. The music of its voice like Hag unfurled, Has spread its charm o'er Nations of the world. Ninerze Appel, A9 One Hundred Seventy-Iwo