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

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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

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.arAr,axA.Mx.Ax- A , AA, ame ri BOAT OF THE DESERT Oh boat of the desert, how slowly you stalk As you carry your burden with leisurely walk! From morning till night in the rays of the sun Onward you plod till the day is done. You trudge on for hours with lazy stride Swaying forever from side to side. You can go on for days without any thirst. In races of distance you come in first. John Roth, A9 THE COWBOY A Cowboy's life is the life for me So happy-go-lucky and so free. As I wander along and think and sigh A coyote's call comes echoing nigh, That call I know is the call of the Wild, It's delivered to me over mile and mile. I can hardly resist a temptation so great To ride and to ride at a furious rate Over mountain ridge, over hill and dale, A pony rider carrying the mail. Jimmy Cowdrey, B7. GOD'S CANDLES Yuccas! God's candles Illuminating spring's stayg But with summer's arrival Hot zephyrs extinguish their glory. Nancy Ryan, A9. THE AFTER GLOW The desert, with its wonder cliffs, High protruding edges, The mesas, with their reddish hue And the mountains' granite ledges, The purple sage, the desert grass, The vultures searching for their prey, The beautiful golden after-glow At the ending of the day. Jack Henry, A8. One Hundred Eighry-'Four