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

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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

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,THE FOUNTAIN ' f ' -Leaping about like a Wild creature dancing, Throwing its hands aloft in the air, Up from the pool it goes madly prancing, With diamonds and pearls in its silvery hair! ' Daisy Eleffonly, A9 THE MOUNTAINS I love your crags, your lofty peaks, Your wooded hills, your sandy steeps, Your rocky slopes of crimson hue Clearly outlined against the blue, Your raging torrents rushing about, Trickling along, in and out, Racing on their course with glee, Ever onward toward the sea. What treasures do you hold from man, 'Within your huge and rocky span? Wliat is it that you hide from view? The treasures taken still are few. Man will never know what wealth you hold In huge deposits of ore and gold, The richness that from them you hide Within your domains far and wide. Lindsay Morris, A 9 :OG Silently stealing over the night Crept the fog. Enveloping the streets in its cold, dark cloak, Discouraging to ships, Weird to all, Slowly, slowly As the night Wears on The fog is lifting, lifting! Grace Berg, A9 THE FOG Slowly drifting, Slowly sifting Through the streets And over the bay. .ln the distance Booms a fog horn Sailors, watch your way! Therese Aller, A8 One H undred Eighty-'Two