Withrow High School - Withrow Annual Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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HESITATIONS As I watch the leaves Turn to an autumn flower garden, I wonder where I will be This time next year. Before this time, I had no reason To wonder, I would always come back to the same Old school And the same Old friends. But now as I realize that there will be No next time, I hesitate To let the tomorrows take the place Of yesterdays. Hesitations- They are here to replace the sure-footed path I must leave behind. Sharon Davidson When I come home late, No one waits up for me. They donyt leave the lights on. But the door,s never locked, And even though they arenit there TO say it, I am welcome home. But I am growing older, And outgrowing my Childhood home. lStrange, t0 outgrow your familyil One day I will walk out Into the night again, and leave My silent home with all its Silent love locked up inside. Andl will know ifI return, I will find the door lockede Not against me, but against Whatever people in the suburbs Are afraid of, But those locks, They will keep me out, too, Just the same, Ellen Hodge .v- l3

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PHYLLIS Young and fresh. Sensitive to life itself. like u huhy who Is discovering its surroundings. Yet so 111m wu re, Soft. Devi 5 play on the surface. Which hides the gentleness that 5 inside, A gentleness that is rarely released, Except when met with gentleness itself. A flower or ii tender kiss. She tukcs hurting matters at heart, And exults at the slightest joy. Beautiful. Laughing. crying. A woman. Intolemnt at herself. She pictures others as hm'scif. But sh e knows tw'eryonc is iiffcrcnt. She approaches with shynesa and leaves with a warm smile. Trustt'ul. To her truth is love To me she is the same. Phillip Buscema 4 hi VA A .r' I'I'k r1'PL-h - 1'. ILIFILII' 1 fl. i 13.. T. ii 171