soon you feel sleepy, and with the sum shining brightly you go upstairs and crawl into your own‘ bed and sleep till you want to get up. --Darlyne Dean -46»
SPRING RETURN Ybu forget so much when you go away. You forget how wide main street looks com- pared to its length and how the false- front buildings crouch low leaving plenty of room for the sky. The town stretches itself along the ground trying to fill up as much of the prairie as it can. Only... Show moreSPRING RETURN Ybu forget so much when you go away. You forget how wide main street looks com- pared to its length and how the false- front buildings crouch low leaving plenty of room for the sky. The town stretches itself along the ground trying to fill up as much of the prairie as it can. Only the grain elevators by the depot stand high and mold the wheat from the flat spreads of fields into unique skyscrapers, How they stand empty waiting for the sum- mer sun to form and ripen the small gold— en wheat kernels which will fill them in the fall. The town is bounded by the highway on one end and the railroad on the other with main street connecting the two. The grain fields push themselves up to these limits and resent the hard paVeo ment, packed earth, buildings, cement sidewalks, and steel rails which build an infertile gap between the strips of land. The sun is just coming up by the time you've driven the thirty miles home from the train. When you get outvofl the can and smell the air it's the kind of smell captured in sheets. when they've. been washed and hung outside on a sunny day. Then the rest of the fanily wakes up and everyone has coffee and talks. Pretty €1.5- Show less
ESCAPIST'S PRAYER NUW I lay me down to sleep; Within Conventicn*s shell I creep; A search for trafin I will not make For sleep is kiwi ~ 9 I dare not wake; I pray thee, Lora, my soul to take. -Beryl.Johnson ~44v
REFLECTIONS 0N RIMSKY-KORSAKOV All of everything is lonely. The world seems to lie in dullness and lifelessness as I remember. I remember the time of gayness, aspiration, of golden hope and youthful dreams} But now there is real! ity; now there is loneliness. NOW the people loved are gone and my... Show moreREFLECTIONS 0N RIMSKY-KORSAKOV All of everything is lonely. The world seems to lie in dullness and lifelessness as I remember. I remember the time of gayness, aspiration, of golden hope and youthful dreams} But now there is real! ity; now there is loneliness. NOW the people loved are gone and my heart cannot be reconciled to my memory. I have no one to give to, no one to receive from. I can only stand in; stagnant stillness, and think of the past, hope for the fu- ture. But this is now, this is the time I must think. I must act nowb I must write and do and never alloW' my mind to become satisfied with doing nothing. I must not only use- what the creator has given me, but I must temper it and make it fine and hard. I must leave a mark upon this ugly world. -L. David Hanson ~43u Show less
SPRING AND LOVE The opal is cold Its fire is warm Winter is cold Its springafire is warm The moon is cold Its fire makes hearts warm Spring and love come in torrent$ Of crackling ice and wind But the opal is cold And the firea of spring are warm. -Jean Harrison ~42-
REJECTION man has a most convenient place, A closet of rejection Where all his doubts are safely stored Away from Mind's inspection. me glibly laughs and turns away When viewing imperfection, Preferring mild conformity To vigorous introspection. He follows the conventional path Of other men's... Show moreREJECTION man has a most convenient place, A closet of rejection Where all his doubts are safely stored Away from Mind's inspection. me glibly laughs and turns away When viewing imperfection, Preferring mild conformity To vigorous introspection. He follows the conventional path Of other men's selection; He dares not face reality; me fears his own reflection. -Beryl.Johnson .41. Show less
