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

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A SPIDER WEB A web, Silken in its beauty, Perfect in its form! A spider spent a night Fashioning it so. When came the dawn, I found it there, Wet with fog and dew To the spider 'T was a dream Come true, A careful artistry, Delightfully fine. To ine, As I brushed against it, It was a filmy, spooky thing. It sent the shivers Down my back, And in a moment's frivolity I brushed a spider's dream Come true, Forever To the dust. Beth Bruner, B9. THANATOLOGY Where go the souls departed from this earth? Do they but crumble, like the ember of the hearth Into ash, when fades the spark of life? Or are they raised with martial strain above the strife? Parts the spirit from the lifeless clay At the dawning of a better sweeter day? Falls the soul and body to decay, Becoming mouldering remnants of a yesterday? Or will they wander in some hallowed place Or find the promised land and there face Their lVIaker? Or do their bodies fade to dust And their gods forsake their faith, their trust Forsaken at the ending of the road Making of their tomb a dread abode? Smothering the life that brightly glows? Are there answers to these questions? Who knows? Grant Elfwell, 149. One Huncided Ninety-nine