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Show on fC PAGE 22 nvrJfrnv a r THE ZEPHYR JANFEB 90 . y.- : . f from G.C.H.S. Poetry with an introduction by teacher Doug Staton . t These pieces of poetry come to you from the English Department at GCHS. The Canvon Country Zephyr has volunteered to serve as a vehicle for our young peoples writing, In order that their thoughts and perceptions might be appreciated by an audience other than Melody Anzlnl, Darwin Gllger and myself. As language Instructors, one distinct joy In which we must constantly Indulge Is the discussion of current Issues and the reading of adolescents' reactions to literature. Their observations of their world and of themselves are more pertinent than any Journalism. For us, there Is a certain magic In this exchange, and we hope some of Its essence survives the translation from classroom to community. Think of this publication not as windfall, but as weather; this Is not easy fruit, rather these are the voices of your past perhaps, and certainly of your future. Some of these poems were generated using an array of Poets Distractions. These Include devices or mechanical rules such as "Write the number of times you " or "Fake every 23rd word from last months Zephyr-have After the poet ." discovered a text, he or she listenend for Its melody and meaning. Then the student took liberty with unruly words that remained to create something beautiful . Sleep as In sleep or sleep as In your eyes, as a dream may seem to be or not CREATION A long Million Years. A Sky, But think That no one planned. Time, A continuous cycle. Ryan Scovlll -- A weekend or a week. Storms, Dominating the winter. The trail, That no one found. and true. We vanish, Alternately,' some of these poems are products of a more "conventional" Inspiration. In every case, I think, these writers were sending messages directly from the land of Intuitive honesty. Now and then. Russell Neison 1 Doug Staton ; FALSE JULIET i MOONBEAMS - Wild . A notion. A feeling that you can expand, as far as you want It The Letter of love to die to Ue s to. moon-childr- en Silver dancers of the night Nightly For peace and tranquility To conquer apd rise, above all evils. Leaving nothing but goodness behind. messengers ' Sending little hints of light Unlike the suns rays Soft, mellow, like warm pillows Comforting, sleepy, silent . you still strive for and complete In the end. sends shockwaves of terror she wrote thundering through the air. bright angeL secret quickly Because when all that you have Is taken away, The only thing left Is A dream. The child Is found with an empty look, my feelings all run free , Theyre hiding deep within my heart. But I hope someday they will all be part sincerely hope that this will never happen. It Is up to the people of the world to see that It doesnt Dont be fooled, the people do have the power. We Just have to be responsible with IL hope Is me. TOPOGRAPHY He Kid Galahad Was unwrapping the mans SouL Skateboards Methodically He Attorneys Set everything on a tray, His black force engulfing the room. Good guys Bad guys end ; Always pay the piper. Amy Hobbs AFTERWORD Has long devastated the country, Its legend of love, Is boundless. Faces of darkness separate It, over and over. For the words In the late wind of death, set him at his threshold. For he cannot stand. I plain Jason Wickham In the You p Death- -. His body Is limp Brad Swanson The smack of bone on bone Was sharp. f: f JO WJ?. 4 Jeremy Parriott : a comic book. Im not the kind of guy you see I . In his hand he clutches his skin Is burned a lesson Is taught, but too late it Is learned. Its as bitter as wild - r:destruction ' spent The once fertile earth Is scorched In vain the storm Is still here, but there will be no rain. HIDDEN FEELINGS of my total self when to see the fellow Inside To He Sarah Cline and the universe. For wisdom and progression, for fame and fortune, for love and honor. Lanle Zufelt lets ;::m perfection with discontent The childs life Is fear for the moon, the stars To die as sweet as rose The leaders look on A Who - Glass windows shatter shards shimmer to the ground, flying debris Is screaming around town. burled within your mind. ' what destruction strikes everywhere. An ultimate goal . An Idea. Too brilliant to let anyone else hold you back. A Aye me . Meanwhile a lost child In a deserted city square runs for his life, while An achievement, ' Klrl Wagstaff After a storm - uneasy Is the weather. The manmade storm . not wanted anywhere, A struggle, Shine on lakes and ponds Sparkle on the mountain snow Moonbeams light the night for us , Tlfnee Torres . |