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

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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

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CF W WINDS A cold, icy blast is the north Wind Filling all the world with dread, Forcing the birds to the Southland And hastening the flowers to bed. Most welcome is the south wind, A breeze that heralds the spring, Calling the flowers to life again And making the whole world sing. Very useful is the east wind That brings the soothing rain, Quenching the thirst of the flowers In every meadow and lane. A zephyr of love is the west wind, An air that is restful and sweet Wafting the fragrance of flowers W 'Q-pcgggjcggigicj, W W W To the hurrying throng on the street. All of the winds have their purpose And each one does its share To brighten the world we live in And lighten our burdens of care. Lorrai THE WlND'S DAY He ran races in the garden He played tyrant with the sea He danced and sang in the grasses And rocked the slender tree. He ruffled the blue bird's feathers He tangled a child's fair hair Then home he went to his castle Home to his chilly lair. ne Romer, A9 Maxine Lifvesay, B9 WlND'S WISH I would like to touch A white snow-flake- A soft downy feather- A flimsy cloud- And a baby's cheek. Y Genefuiefve Walker, A9 One H undred Sevenfy-four