Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature and Art — Vol. 57

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has been a high honor and a great experience to be the editor of Ivy Leaves '80. have enjoyed reading each poem and looking at all art submissions, as I feel each of you It

I

will

also.

There were many people who contributed

Editors Staff

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to Ivy

Beth Byers and John Lee Cindy Benton Joyce Carwile Dorothy Hagood Karen Henderson -

Leaves

'80

and

I

thank you! Beth Byers

Owen

Dawn McKenzie Doug Davison Cover Designs Meg Crump and John Lee Owen

Faculty Advisor

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Cover Selection Committee

Ivy

Leaues

is

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Mrs Mary Martin and

Dr. S. C.

McCarter

published annually by students of Anderson College, Anderson, South Carolina.

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All In "I'll

lend you for a

time a child of mine," he said,

little

For you to love the while he

may be for But with you

till

have

his lovely

CHORUS: Yes He

and mourn

for

when

he's dead.

call

charms

He'll bring his

You'll

I

lives

seven years or twenty-two or three, him back take care of him for me.

six or

It

A Life Time

to gladden you and should his stay be memories as solace for your grief.

God's dear sweet

this is

loves him very very

brief,

child he's giving unto you,

much and he wants you

to love

him

too.

cannot promise that he will stay, since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there that want this child to learn.

I

I

I've

looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, the thongs that crowd lives lanes I have selected you.

And from

Now

will

you give him

Nor hate me when

CHORUS: Yes He I

fancied that

For

all

this

all

for the

your love nor think the labor vain,

come is

to call to take

God's dear sweet

loves him very very

him back

again.

child he's giving

unto you,

much and he wants you

to love

him

heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done."

the joy thy child

We'll shelter

And

I

I

will

bring the risk of grief we'll run.

him with tenderness we'll love him while we may, we have known forever grateful stay.

happiness

But should the angels call him back much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand. We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

Julie Stiles

page 3

too.


A

Life of Friendship

Our

We

was so uneasy

birth

couldn't run

So we walked I

Impatience

awhile.

saw no chance

For

grow

Life to

Everyday things grind on

But then, I

saw your

knew

I

Were For

smile.

that

know

To

nerves.

impatient.

there

is

will

something more.

find this

transcend

all

something.

earthly limitations

heights of imaginative genius,

Perfect understanding,

Clearly see,

Our

Life that

Had

to walk,

Was

growing

And

flying Free.

Laughs

I

We

eyes could

We

am

And when we

you

Special.

my

I

my

once

Pure love

-

The epitome

of

life.

Cathy Young

have many

still

to share

Any many

tears to cry,

So hold my hand

And

For our Will

conquer death

we'll

Life

never

die.

Though

Car

miles

Grow between And

We I

Shiny,

us

New

Cruising, running, stopping

greater loves

driver, friends, admirers, darers

may

racing, skidding, cornering

both

pray that

Live

may

in

I'll

crumpled, bloody

your heart

As you

will

Live

mine.

in

find

Bill

wreck

always

Beth Byers

Howard

page 4


Life Life,

passes so quickly, the years they they fly, they fly away.

it

come and

The elementary years with crayons broken the childhood dreams which were a toker But best of

when

in

all are those highschool years the end bring many tears.

Just one more hour, just one more day I'd do anything just to stay and play.

Time,

Your

I

wish

I

leaving

could hold you, but the memories

me

will

always stay,

Tears are brought to my eyes when think of all those sad goodbyes,

I

Before you know it your school days are gone and you have a whole life to carry on.

So

cherish

rest of Life,

now each new day and

your

life

you've got to

you can't you down a

it,

let it's

It's

make

the

most

of

struggle hold

bit.

Time you've got with

the

won't go astray.

to

move along

it.

great to

stop and

remember but never

sit.

Julie Stiles

page 5


page 6


That Glitters

All He was

a

A man It

man

that

I

Isn't

Gold

respected

could believe

I

seems so unreal

to

me, how

could he leave?

He was

a

man

honor and

of

How

can

it

dreams

be,

loved, a

I

man

trust all

my hopes and

of being like

him have

started to rust It's

so hard for

me

to

understand

so hard to comprehend I

was so

easily deceived,

I

thought of him as a friend I've

got to face the facts now, I've

got to be bold

How

brue are the words

"All that glitters isn't gold."

Andy Philhower

Yearbook

To

dry the tears of a child,

Editors, Staff

to reach out to the forgotten to

hardwork, latehours

reach out to be abandoned, to love the unlovable

and

friends, clubs, teachers, features

to

Deadlines, mailboxes

care for the uncaring.

That was Christ's

happy, exhausted love.

finished

James Hearn

Beth Byers page 7


To Be With You I

believe that

God

above,

created you for us to love.

He

picked you out from

the rest,

all

because he knew you were

The I

best.

once had a heart and

was

it

true,

now

But

it's

me

gone from

to you.

So take care

of

it

as

I

have done,

For you have two and

When

have none.

Heaven and you're

get to

I

I

not there, paint your face

I'll

on the golden

stairs.

So just

all

the angels

what you

And

if

will

really

know and

meant

to

see,

me.

you are not there by judgment

day I'll

give

my And

back

wings,

golden naze and everything.

just to I'll

my

show you baby what

go to

HELL baby to be

with you.

Helen

McGee

page 8

I'll

do,


Pretty Lady Oh, pretty Lady It

must

surely

That

all

of

be,

Heaven's blessings,

Were showered on

thee.

They say you portray

Honor and Love, They say you're an Angel Sent from above.

Oh, pretty Lady

They

love you so,

But no

Not For

I

.

.

The

I

The

see your Soul

I

see your lust

I

see your hate

I

know your Gods

first

When Is

destined

is

always be.

has of

comparison

Because

is

always

It is

a Lie,

it

No means

A new

life is

will

it

Unabashedly honest,

pity thee,

And

it

experience.

falling in

love

With the same person Repeatedly,

Oh, pretty Lady

They

love

you

But no

Not For

I

.

.

so, .

Yet

Without Repetition.

I

see your Soul.

Bill

love,

so good

Because

For your

and only

fate.

Oh, pretty Lady I

and Only Love

God-given,

Because

And your

First

.

Cathy Young

Howard page 9


The Things You Make When I

on the

I'm in the boat out

can see

Lord

clearly

all

lake,

the things you make.

When the sail is up and the wind is blowing, My faith in you just keeps on growing. The beauty Gives

The

me

lights

of the

waves and the clouds swaying,

the drive for constant praying.

from the houses and the colors

in

the sky

me know you love me Lord, but why? This world is much too wonderful for me, do you wrong and you set me free. Lord, amazes me everything you do, Like making birds, trees, and me too. You gave me life through you only son, Let

I

it

And

Lord that you're the only one.

I'm positive

Julie Stiles

Golden Memories Golden memories etched the flame

still

in

my

mind-

burning.

But from time to time I

find myself

yearning

to relive the past

and

forget present things.

But what good

is

a

sail

half-mast?

For even a bird must use

his wings.

Mary Ruczko

page 10


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eg*

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fir

'Ssi***'

&



Twas

a few

weeks before Christmas

T'was a few weeks before Christmas, And all through North Rouse 2nd floor,

Not

a stereo

was

blaring,

it

was

quieter than ever before! All

were asleep

in

each

his

room and

Bed, while visions of winning the Dean's

Cup danced

in their

They dreamed All

heads!

of presents, mistletoe,

and

kinds of Christmas delight,

Not

of Chemistry, English,

and

Trig,

them up too late at night They dreamed of food, of luxury of a Home-cooked meal, not of the School cafeteria food that sometimes made them very Their laundry bags were hung from the door knobs wiht care, In hopes that Santa's elf's would wash and return them with flare! The Christmas Formal wasn't far off, tests that kept

ill!

Saturday night to be percise, and the

men

of

North Rouse wanted

to look very nice!

The dance came, and

the Festivities of

Christmas were done, no doubt about

everyone at Anderson College had lotsa fun! it,

In parting for the

Men

Holidays, the

North Rouse 2nd Floor have only one thing to say,

"May

of

the Spirit of Jesus Christ brighten

your Christmas Holiday."

Andy Philhower

page 13


Pictures of you are in my mind through every minute of the day

.

.

.

I wanted someone to love and care for and you came and cleared the way.

Sometimes even the greatest

moments could be more

special

of

they

if

had been spent with you.

Time has come between you and and the pain grows with each sunset. I

that

But my feelings tell me one day you'll come back

Go world of

now

out and find your for you've seen so

to

me.

little

it.

And always remember I'll be here waiting when you need me. have to start a new but our past lingers on mind. I'll

life

in

now

my

I

I

just

want you to know

that

think of you always.

and to say would be a lie

I

don't need you

but babe you do what's best for I

you

that's

what

I

want because

love you.

The Kiss

Jane Mcintosh

There was a young man named Smith Who swore he had never been kissed Said a bonny "I will

So

remedy

lassie,

who was

quite sassy

this."

taking his hand she promptly began

Said Smith with a smirk, "I

knew

it

would work, so

far it's

never missed!'

Jackie Bagwell

page 14


was taking a legitimate prescription drug from a doctor and took a The two did not mix and the disabilities he has to struggle with are he had a type of stroke which affected him in numerous serious ways. The most

(Note: Richard Klosky street-type drug with

the results;

apparent

result

it.

that he has to use a wheelchair.)

is

Almost About two months before

was thinking about

there.

I

was already nap

for a short it

was and scrambled

through a deep valley rivers).

me

The

little

saw a

I

my

leaving a

I

was walking,

tired

existence

so

I

lay

in

down

moment

sixty.

The

later a

to the near-by dirt in

a

hill

awesome. As

I

been so close

was shaking

like

night dragon

would have cut

thinking that

it

so

many places

times have like

New

I

stirs

some

me

into

became weary

wished

Orleans, a

bum now anyway.

I

on

in

down

feet

feet

I

I

and

to Atlanta, Ga.,

communes

would have dozed

off

quickly realized what

away; (the track was cut

through

level

Southern

that

of the "hippy"

the track.

that area

bank about two

one

Just before

little.

would remain

it

of

to

it

caused

all

one

I'd

just

bum

in

insane marrionette

hundreds

away from

and over

hills

and the way

of the idea

kept going(?)

some

hear that train a'comin'

I

hang

legs

L&N

wriggled

I

had

in

the track. Only a

almost

I

to carry

demons moving so

vividly

imagined

made

it

on

fast;

how

and pieces.

I

had been

now each

called

cry.

do pretty

As

in

some

well at being a

night at about midnight,

"Orange Blossum Special".

.

.

still,

" -

and -

." .

—Richard Klosky page 15

I

How

place.

probably be "King of the Road" I

was

that thundering

and turned back toward the home I'd

it

to the other world.

switchyard; of course

Johnny Cash

my head and

I

and arms

of meaningless bits

hear that same train running

a few words from a song by

my

of those diesel

wasn't scheduled to run that night;

gradually

night,

massive, multi-ton, gigantic, metal monster went roaring past at about

convulsively. I've never

I

to rest a

bank about two or three

at that point,

sound and spectacle

furious

one

late

settling in

bright light shining about a mile

standing, leaning slightly against the dirt

walked on

town and

vines and brush were about a foot thick

short

I

got like this

under that Murray Ave., bridge; the track leads on

railroad track that goes I

I

it

when


When am I

still

and motionless

formerly had heard and

once

sitting in a

on a

taxi, a favorite

some

some musical arrangements

reason,

my

often do a "replay", involuntarily in

like

wheelchair, outside the library at the University

some

I

the 21st century or

-

there wasn't a soul

campus was made

long while; the entire

some

my

had heard went through

due to the surroundings

largely

for

of

head

cement or

way

...

the time and

which caused a

brick,

I

I

was

Rock, waiting

in Little

in that

in sight at

As

head.

that

me

other planet, the wind was blowing hot behind

it

I

was

waited a

feeling of

causing

occasional chatter of disgarded candy wrappers, cigarette debris, etc., to go scattering

me

past

meaninglessly on the large cobblestone walk, a "million" miles away from

anyone with the end

"far

Dust

in

sun causing mostly bizarre shades of red or gray. At such a

setting

of the earth"

I

could well imagine

how

truly

I

fit

the words to a song called

the Wind.

Richard Klosky

-

-

had

The notes being plucked from just

been through a

shower;

brief

I

recall

have been growing back from a long past of

smoke from

down yet is

I

the chimney of a small

a dirt road that

felt

no concern

reminded

seemed

to get

at the last of

seemed completely

still.

to be

And

the

it

fire.

below me.

droplets of rain

have been a

The sound

My

I

little

from a forest which

falling

sparse as though

of the flute

saw

became

fall.

lightly cold,

I

was

seeing,

but not yet cold, as

There was no wind; the

wisp of smoke looked to be

may

about a quarter mile

at a distance of

The weather seemed

it

a comfortable curl

being was oblivious from what

soon approaching

of a

little

to

wooden house

any bearings.

summer

became

the harp

air

upward

rising straightly

against a distant setting sun with rays of pink and yellow and red breaking through a cover of

clouds which was well enough broken apart to reveal fully in. it

was

There was nothing

late

really to

tell

afternoon and a sunset. The

some

of the natural blue before night set

from appearance, but somehow little

were an unpainted grayish-brown from ages

house up ahead was made of weathering.

That

knew

I

of

wooden

while, a dirt road through a rain-soaked forest

and the small wooden shack,

began to think about what was

house; and, again,

but

somehow

place

in

felt like

I

inside the

little

already knew. There was a very old

a rocking chair, which

was moving so very

I

woman

until

seated

I

gradually

in front of

-

-

-,

-

-

it,

a fire

and calmly she seemed

be waiting on some certain someone, or something. Waiting. Patiently waiting

page 16

slats that

go up and peer into

didn't

slowly. Pensively,

was not dawn;

continued for a long

sight

still

it

waiting.

Richard Klosky

to



The moon was

high and the wind blew cold, whistling through the trees

man came

down

And

swiftly a

The

night

The

rider stopped, pulled forth his steel,

was

clear

riding

to that land beside the sea.

and beneath the sky a quiet town did

lay

and proceeded 'pon

Like one possessed, he rode the street-seeming almost blind the people

of the darkling

all

about him,

who

all

stepped back

--

in fear

one on coal-black beast, with hatred

fiery clear.

He was within hatred's flames reborn, and thusly-madly-forged And of life's grim horrors he hath drank, and weeping he hath And back within his darkened heart will long echo the sound Of a far-gone love down.

From

way.

emories-unbidden-filied his mind

All sorts of far-off

To

his

that

was

thai thrice-cursed

unfulfilled-of

gorged.

innocence brought cruelly

day were many times when

his

blade from

sheath hath hissed

And To

a tavern dark the stranger

And His

there were many-ah, too many-in his

name

came, and there he found

with a laugh he roared, "Foul coward-escape

own

blade drawn, the quarry tried to

But

in it's

that love

name,

it's

can never

die,

me

sell his life

But the other's blade cut swift and sent the

Oh, they say

Death hath kissed!

that

it

Lollis

page 18

man

you can!"

down

never

bastard child-Vengeance-lives on

David

his

dear and

last slayer

and perhaps

if

still.

will

to Hell.

will


War

is

Hell

War ... is taking another man and myself, giving us weapons and ordering us to destroy one another. Why? Because our people just because. want because the President said ., well ., well. .

War

.

.

...

.

.

making men

is

foxholes, half

live in

.

.

filled

.

.

with body

waste and blood, lingering with the nauseating smell of death.

War ... is a platoon of frightened young men bursting into a small village and ruthlessly blowing and brains out of the helpless civilians. War ... is taking what you want and letting nothing stand in your way; not helpless women, not peace-loving old men, not even a crawling infant. War ... the wind

a burnt town. Silenced. Nothing can be heard, but

is

and the soft, gentle sobbing os a six year old, cuddled around the pale, battered body of its murdered mother. .

.

.

Alone.

War

.

.

.

is

Bill

Hell.

Howard

There was a young lady named Lynn,

Who that

was so exceedingly

when she essayed

to drink

she

thin,

slid

lemonade,

down

the straw and

Beth Byers

page 19

fell in.


Learning to Love When

I

look at people they

all

are unique,

Whether they're old or young or just a plain freak. Each person is special in his own sweet way,

And everyone will react Some people are harder But

it

is

possible to

if

you know what to say.

to

know than

do because we're

others, sisters

and brothers.

Our Lord created us to be loving and kind, And he does not want to leave any behind. If we believe, trust and follow this man, We can do anything that is true and know that we So give your attention to the one who loves each And you'll be surprised at the things he will teach. You can learn to love and feel for all I

No

matter

if

can.

they're big, ugly, cute, or small.

If

you look and

It

becomes

your brother, you grow and love many others. love so many people in so many ways And learn to love more through all the new days. try to love

easier as

I

I

Julie Stiles

page 20


Torn between the ship and the ocean Clinging to the gang-plank like a spider to a

The ocean's

An

invitatin to

The for

ship

is

me

waiting anxiously

an invitation from

me

Clutching to the gang-plank I

web

boldly throwing out

look behind

-

like

a spider to a

web

look ahead

I

In disbelief, in disgust, in despair I

look to find you there

Throwing shadows at me Stealing moments from me Wanting but to hurt me yet you seem 1

don't

Where

know

.

.

to really love

me

.

one to go When all the world is calling When all hope is falling When life, it seems, is stalling and time is breathing heavily and no one has the answers to the questions fortune is

don't confront

One's mind is but a jigsaw puzzle One's heart is but a thorny rose wanting to be loved wanting to become a heart of Gold.

Nancy Gates

page 21

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