FRIDAY Reflections on i* Silhouette Prisca Stiles Dark tree, black tree, I Outlined against a smoke-»; grey sky, i At ... an night has . covered ryoa tefUse tO so qrbtente tree, lone tree: The moon casts no:beAms this night, ! Nipping rain blows round Your silhouette - a - twit in defiant might. i Zncient tree, belligerent; tree, Yorr leaflesS arms all tossd about, Many such nights you've seen s Some with light and some without, *.*.*.*.*.*,*.*.*,*.*.* "'IMAGINATION" I galtw upon a Airystal peak, When comfort from the world I seek. I listen to the robins sing, For much felicity they bring. I mien a sweet laburnum . i i tree, Mhen from my thoughts ; ; XPxl wont to flee. ; Thor more than oft T ruminate, i Mien ere the eve is growing late, 1 . BINGO BMW BONGO i # THE HIGHACRES COIIEGIAN '!He Winks A.t Me" The fla6h of lightning i passing by Is like a winking, blink ing eyB. It blinks and wink - 0 again and then It diaappears around the bend« So tr.Yy to look a little quicker, And you might also see the flicker Of the 6ye in which he Peers down, And—oh— He winks at mei, *,*.*.*.*.*•*. *.#o*.*.*** ITRIDEGROOM" Hastingsi i The preacher was waiting, The vows binding were taken, How glorious, how bulging! his pride. And held gone twenty miles, illhen frowns cape from his Alas , ' he'd forgptten his bridet Fate Hastings She penders..... A deadly smirk sl9imthing in-a sad expressiin Like a player Brawn eyes Over a chess boardi I see no more,. 'ho moves The white pawn, i 1 Before the black queen...o. To be smitten I; i In one movement •! Pf her hand. i ! Curiosity 1 sate, ii Has killed the cat. :! re know nothing of you. Before you It is better that way tSta,nds hi e cirri I think. lii*.ww.*,,ll-**4 , . .*.*.*4***.* NOVEMBER 7 HA Poeta" by Hank The day seexned to glow like a summer sky. The air vas fresh and newt. the birds seemed to flit wiUl a joyful air, as-from the bare trees they flewo The death of fall was near at hand, • And winter was standing by The trees were undressing with graceful style Silhouetting the bright clear sky, And ,and behold a. cloud arose And showered the &ound with white. I got so sick a shoveling snow, I went out and got good and tight* THE NATCHFRS by Hastings Black-blurred streak Chrome hats atop the shin ng mo ster glow And refleCt the Sun above And the moon on high As they watch him fly Down the black ribbon. And they sit and ponder, And tall him Fool. And wonder His fate* cry for them. by Hastings by Hastings
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