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

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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

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A SUDDEN STORM Nestling in the heaven's breast, Beyond the range of human eye, Tranquil in its broken rest, Is the storm that comes from the sky. The firmament's starry glory Lies basking in the moonlight ray While over the mountains hoary Sweet breezes gently play. Given the beauty that's God's, Kissed by the soft falling dew, The branch of the tree gently nods, It is beauty that is had by few. But hark! o'er the far off peak, Comes the roar of the thunder's crash, While the heavens seem to shriek From the cut of the lightning's Hash. The heart of the tempest revolts And it bursts in all its fury. Its spirit seems to exult As all Wild things homeward scurry. Then the vast gray clouds, they pass, And an end comes to the rain. The stars in fantastic groups mass, And the moon comes forth again. Tinting the world with its light, Waking the deer and its fawn Soothing the world with peaceful light Gleams the pale of the coming dawn. Jack Stern, .49 THE STORM A storm in the mountains! Thundering sky and lightning, of fierce aspect! Hillsides are streaming with hail Terrifying, intimidating! Then suddenly comes a rift In the blackest of clouds And, like a divine light, The Sun! Kathryn Ryan, A8 THE WI-ND Clouds wheel around ravelled and thinned, Pushed along, ravelled and thinned, Pushed along by the howling windy Over the mountains-pushed by the wind, The clouds, wheel along ravelled and thinned. Jack Henry, .49 One Hu ndred Seve nity-six