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

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THE PALACE BENEATH THE SEA In a palace beneath the sea P Lived three mermaids, strange to see. And in this fountain of beauty there, Are fishes like bubbles, that float in the air, And all these beautiful things we see, Were created by nature for you and for me. Laura Katz, A 7 THE BIRTH OF A RAINBOW V A lark sat on a leaf But he did not sing, For the sun was blind. The sky was sad. Tears rolled down. The lark, Dear conscientious thing, Decided that it was he Who should be blamed. So a song rang forth, A caroling, laughing song. Hearing this, the sun awakened And smiled. Beth Bruner, B9 NEPTUNE RULES A stream, a Winding, laughing stream, Whose spray makes little pebbles gleam, Their colors turning pink or green It rambles on, just like a.d,rQE1111rQ. A stream, a winding, laughing stream! Now, a waterfall before our eyes. Its source seems from the very skies. Ah, woe is me it dies, -it dies. Its roaring turns to groaning sighs. , A waterfall, before our eyes. The little stream then joins the sea. It finds it is no longer free. It can no longer happy be. It tries to turn about and flee, But powerful Neptune rules -the sea! -. ' A . A Jmze Clary, A9 TURQUOISE 3' 'I ' ' A A beam of earthshine, N' ' fl' ' . Frozen in a lunar crater. 1 fustin. Atlzizzson, A9 One Hundred Seventy-eight

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FROM THE DEEP I was sailing on the sea When sudden from the deep A merman rose and beckoned me. I followed as in sleep. He led me down and down and down Into the depths below VVhere small mermen spend their lives And no rough winds may blow. 'Twas there I saw the coral caves Praised throughout the land From whence 'tis broken off in sprays And cast upon the sands. He led me along the ocean floor From Where on every side Walls of white and gleaming pearl Reflect the changing tide. Victoria Jack, B9 DRIFTING TO DREAMLAND Drifting o'er the milky way In a ship of pale moonbeams To the laughing waves of a little bay By the mystic isle of dreams. Drifting, just drifting In the soft moonlight Drifting to dreamland While young is the night. Drifting .past enchanted rocks Where lovely sirens dwell Where they rise to sun their cloud-like locks As the hoary sea-men tell. Drifting, just drifting In the soft moonlight Drifting to dreamland While young is the night. just to board this winged ship and soar To this land of Ne'er-can-be Where the No-such-a-things can live once more just beyond the slumber sea. Drifting, just drifting In the soft moonlight Drifting to dreamland Wllile young is the night. Margaret Kahlo, .49 One Hundred Eig hfy