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beauty greets my gaze every nook and bend and turn Along the road these davs. In
This issue of Ivy Leaves Dr.
William
after
for
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Jr.,
who to
Faculty
,
Staff;
from
1
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Leaves serve
pay tribute to
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stately poplar^
Like yellow torch
retiring
Dr.
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member
From
1
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And maples
>-:
red.
The gum
of the
972-74, he was one
of the Faculty Advisors; from
While dogwood'-
they turn From green,
in this
publication over the years.
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is
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Dr.
West, for your consistent
and support of
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Southern
Autumn
New
beauty greets my gaze every nook and bendfand turn Along the road these days. In
The
stately poplars standing high, Like yellow torches seem to burn
Against an azure sky.
While dogwoods
tint as
if
they
bled,
And maples
splash gay color as they turn From green, to gold, to crimson red.
The gum
that
grows along the
brook,
A neighbor and
to the sedge,
and
rush,
fern.
Shows every
varied color
the
in
book.
While
solid oaks, along the
Where sumac crimson
hill
glows, turn
Deeper red and ever deeper
And
still.
luscious orange along a bank
Marks
sassafras (as
I
have come
to
learn).
Whose growth
whose
root is strong, is rank;
And always
pine, with deeper green. Provides a contrast dark and stern, That all these others may be seen.
While here beside
me
Waves gleaming stems bids
me
learn is a gift of
That color
W.F. West, Fall
1964
|r.
golden rod aloft and
God.
T^'i'^ The
Bursts of Thunder
The
bursts of thunder in the veins,
The gladsome catch The thrill and The sudden
of breath,
flush
love so guickly ended?
Ah, no,
To
it
settles
down
stay awhile
And throbbing with Is
in
And
the hear
a tempo slow
embedded.
thusly anchored, cherished there
Withstands both time and trouble,
A source of strength, Until the
life is
The sky was dark; the day was dreary.
The world was sodden, wet and weary. The passing scene was dull, drab
chill
When these are gone What then, my sweet? Is
Forsythia
a fount of joy
ended.
gray,
A dank and Though
life
dismal, dripping day. stirring in the
was
earth Foul Winter's grip held Spring's birth.
back
And then, a cluster, golden bright. Of strong pure yellow caught my sight.
With captured sunshine waving there In
each long frond
And from
to
lift
my
me,
WF. West,
Jr.
care.
the roadside spoke to
"Bright days will come, and Spring!" You'll see!"
FalM970 W.F. West, Jr. Spring 1964
I
can't smile at
you anymore,
your eyes hold secrets
I
I
don't think you understand.
can't laugh with you anymore,
your heart holds wounds that you
I
can't touch
will not let heal.
you anymore,
the anger you hold so carefully might implode
I
can't share with you
anymore,
your soul holds suffering that
is
slowly ripping you to
shreds.
But you will not
and
let
me
And Alison Lowery
tell
prove
so
my
I
me, love.
wait.
a
I
His Greatest Fan After the high school pitcher threw the third strike he looked he heard the cheer from the single fan.
toward the bleachers. He smiled a
little
when
Upon the bleachers sat a solitary figure huddled underneath an umbrella, wearing a windbreaker bearing the school colors and his number. That solitary figure watched the pitcher intensely and felt as though he was throwing every pitch himself. Goodness knows he had tossed enough with him in the backyard .... That fan had cherished every catch But the pitcher
is
older
now and
guys or seeing that special the
game
later
girl.
he doesn't spend the time he used to. Now, he's either going out with the games he doesn't need a ride home. He says, "We'll talk about
After the
...."
But, they never do.
Sadly, he doesn't realize that at every
bleachers, cheering
him on.
home
or
away game, he has Dad
Sadly, he doesn't realize that his
a
proud admirer perched on those
...
is
his greatest fan.
Now
this team won't win any championship. They probably won't even have a winning season. And the pitcher won't get any college offers, but that doesn't matter to his greatest fan. All he needs to know is that his boy is out there and that fills him with pride.
Eventually, the season ends as well as high school and innocence. The naive boy must become a man and with that his father becomes his friend. As they grow older and closer it seems like the father becomes
smarter.
Before long, the father is not only a friend and a father, but he is a grandfather. So they at the Little-League game sharing that umbrella.
now
sit
side-by-side
on the bleachers
The
father cheers like
but,
what he doesn't know
is
his greatest fan.
David
R.
Peebles
he used to and he is
that,
now
feels the
his
son
...
same
pride.
He knows
that he's
grown closer
to his son
I
take a pen
night
is
in
hand
long, to
loneliness, but
to give to
be alone
when
you
for ever
my
is
lifeblood, heart
and
soul.
I
fear your love as the
bearable and one becomes accustomed to the
a vision of beauty appears before your eyes
and the emotions can
my true mistress. But she will not let me go, she is constant and faithful and always by my side, this mistress of the darkness has been nurturing me for so long, her cold arms embrace me in the day and shares my bed for countless nights, she sends me lovers but only for a short time, but returns with promises and joyful delight, she had told me of you, only in my mind and made me promises was only a matter of time. But time continues and am thirty-two, how much that be
felt
by a touch,
it
brings the
memory
of
if
it
longer will
who
I
I
follows
Bruce Orr
be without you. These short verses
me
goes by
many names,
but her
I
write, are so very true, the mistress
first
name
is
loneliness.
9
A
inside another
life starts
Sperm and egg The mother's and the
unite to form a zygote.
an important process
life starts
goes through changes.
fetus
Changes necessary Nine months Happiness
life.
make
to
baby
pass, dear
fills
it
the parents'
a
human
is
ready.
being.
lives,
but what about the baby?
Does he know what
is
going on?
Does he know why he No! He has no
idea!
The seasons go
by,
He or
and
is
here and to do what?
goes on.
life
accepting what the parents teach him
lives
what
is
acceptable by society.
But one day he
starts
changing.
The sweet
baby
easily pacified with a pacifier
now He
little
has his
own
opinion.
has doubts about the beliefs
he had already accepted.
The parents
are surprised, but they
what happened
to
is
that's exactly
them.
Society criticizes the
Now, he
know
way he
referred to as a
is
acting.
man.
His personality has formed,
and he has goals
to achieve in his
life.
(CONTINUED)
The problems to solve
yet he
are
more
serious,
and he
alone
is
them, worried about the consequences of his
is
decisions.
Years come, years go.
And to
life is
do what
nothing more than to is
necessary to survive and
physically, emotionally, for
wake
up, rest in
order to be
and psychologically ready
one more day.
The
future suddenly
and before he
becomes
notices,
it's
present,
past.
But he sees that he's normal
because everybody
is
doing the same things.
Others had the same experience with different shape.
Now
he found
his
purpose.
Truly he has achieved his purpose without
He remembers
knowing
it.
the lives he changed,
the smiles, and also the troubles, he gave.
He
sees
That's
what
all
Until the
a difference he unintentionally
made.
he had to do.
day when the power of
him, and that's
Cacia Soares
when
life
will
be taken away from
nothing more can be done.
My
Faith in
Man
So carefree and full of life. So trusting and understanding is
my
faith in
man.
Slowly that carefree
spirit
becomes more aware
of an
uncaring, non-compassionate,
and every-man-for-himself world. For this person learns not to trust,
or forgive. This person's free spirit has
For
me
been taken away.
there are no
more
carefree,
understanding, and trusting people in
IN
the world.
MAN
Cherise
J.
is
For
me MY
no more.
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TERESA CULPEPPER
This Family This wonderful family
Gathered together again Here on this day. Getting to
One
know
another
over again.
All
Things have changed Since
we
met.
But at least
We I
are
come
To give
My
still
a family.
here to
you
love and care.
hope you accept it Because it's not always here.
I
Our family deserves So much fun and laughter And we should share all. it
But most of
Our to
So
all
family deserves
be together. let's
make
The best of it While it lasts. Cindy Clayton
Fishing
The water was golden
brilliance.
The breeze beckoned my name. Finally a I
skipped
day
to
down
waste away. to the
docks with eager anticipation
of catching old Charlie today.
The row creaked
My
after
I
I
knew
throwing the
Charlie didn't
I
glad greeting
cranky muscles groaned with the
Soon, however,
But
in
that
I
effort.
could be lazy
first line.
show up
that day,
didn't care.
needed the time
Richard Jones
off
from everyday despair.
Promises You would always make me believe, love could endure all You promised you would always hold me; You would never let me fall. You promised you would stay with me, until the end of time You promised you would never leave me;
Our
love
was not
a crime.
You promised you would never hurt me; would never have a broken heart I
But that promise
Now
now
is
broken
that we're apart.
Even though you're gone forever,
Our
love will never die.
me
It's
hard for
it's
hard to say good-bye.
I
hate you so
You
left
Why I
me
to just let go;
much
all
alone
have
-
end? can't believe you're gone. did
it
all
But most of
all
I
Who took away I
for leaving
can't just put
And
it
to
hate the
your all
forget the pain
April Elaine Carter
-
man
life,
behind me and strife.
me;
4
A A
Tree
small twig unfolding
from the earth
depending upon
rain
for life
â&#x20AC;&#x201D; and sun
-
gathering nourishment driving
its
roots
-
deeper
into the earth
-
reaching toward the heavens
adding a
new
each year
ring
withstanding the seasons giving
It
new
-
-
-
life -
dying repeating the cycle year after year it
is
over
there will not be
-
now new
-
life
Janine Gravley
again.
remember, Long ago when we first met, there was just something about you I
that
I'll
never forget.
Always smiling and
we became
a joke for everything,
best friends instantly
and have been so since then. I
remember,
Many at
a night
we'd stay up
talking
your house or mine.
Good memories
of us together
that will remain forever in
One remembrance, still
brings pain,
when your
life,
my
that to this
mind.
day
of that horrible night
is
here on earth,
was abruptly taken away. I
remember.
The sudden
loss
I
felt,
and the flood of emotions and I
tears.
was hearing the news but not believing
not wanting to give into
A drunk
my
driver stole your
it...
fears.
life
away,
along with a part of mine. Memories are all that remain of a lifetime of dreams... shattered within the blink of an eye. Rion Pinckney
In
Memory
of
Penny Wilson,
|uly 19,'72--|une 14, '91
the
I
my window
by
Sitting
wind moans
of sorrow
look sadly about
my
past
wonders of tomorrow. Sometimes
my
throat grows harsh with every
and now I
alone
feel so
1
feel
know must I
I
leave
tear...
my home
don't belong here.
I
Where
will
I
go,
and what
will
I
see
happiness seems so out of touch only sadness surrounds
now
I
feel
it's all
Don't forget
The love
My I
travels shall
heart
too much.
as
I
go
gave was true
1
take with
My
me
me
I
be long
me my
know
troubles and pain
leave to you.
Cindy Clayton
I
My
Rabbit
First
The As The The
bottom of my boots felt very uneven. walked down the rocky road.
The
rabbit ran out. trying to cross the road!
I
was deafening. cold numbing, And the nerve-racking, impatience bugging. Suddenly a muffled bark broke out. Then the whole pack joined in. It was like slow motion. silence
He was
But turned I
wnen he saw me.
froze.
Then someone yelled SHOOT! cocked my gun. Then squeezed the trigger. The gunshot drilled in my ears. The furry, helpless, creature lay on the road
At
I
with blood flowing out of I
I
its side. killed first rabbit ever on a felt like shooting myself.
my
had
hunting
trip.
But then again felt proud. did feel proud? I
Why Was
I
because
it
Or was It's
my dad was
there?
for the sport? just like a war.
Why
it
do human beings
kill
other
human
beings?
Are they protecting tneir country? Or protecting themselves? A rabbit or any other animal has no real defense against a 5'3", thirteen year old boy with a gun. bent down and stroked the rabbit gently. I
My
eyes burned. tears gathered. picked the hare up and took him back to the truck. My dad just knew would be excited. Until he saw a tear roll down my cheek. "What's wrong?" he asked in a cliuckling voice. did it," said slowly. "I don't know why
Then I
I
I
I
And
I
I
know why then. don't know why now.
didn't
Richard Jones
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