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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

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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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