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Show i BEN T(afl8 lUatcd minds and pens and poets have come to rest for a while as Weber High School has just completed a successful Creative Writing Contest. Under the direction of instructor, Dave Beck, the contest was held to judge and distinguish the most outstanding talent in the school. The sweepstakes winner ' was Allissa Floyd. She will receive a $25 cash prize for her efforts. first among Placing sophomores was Jenny Hale. She along with the other top class winners receives a $5 honorable Earning mention were LaMar Parker and Mark Brewer. Elaine Laramee was the top winner in the junior class. Receiving honorable mention were Judy Alford and Cathy Hess. Kami Mitchells entry was judged as the No. 1 entree among seniors. honorable Earning mention recognition were Cathi Larkins, Julie Harris, Chris Long, Bonnie Thurber, Brenda Slater, and Doug Clary. ALISSA FLOYD KAMI MITCHELL Snowflake Day dreams feathery crystal , Each one is individual, separate. Unlike any other. Millions fall together becoming snow. They are one. Cooperating, they create. white fantasies in icy beauty. Conspiring, they destroy. Fabricating glacial death- 1 with traps difference. frosty in- Alissa Floyd Sweepstakes winner register years (1979-80- Imagine That wink of light from the flashlight I clutch in hand will wander starward, dispersing, til next kin- ) dergarten in the Weber District will begin 27. March Tuesday, School Registration will be for all children in the district who will be five years old by October 31. Registration is by appointment only, and only on specific days. A schedule is being mailed to parents. Parents who do not receive notification are asked to contact their school principal for information. Due to tight scheduling, it is . HxwwnxffH pat parents not bring other children with them. Any child whose fifth birthday falls on or before October 31 may enter kindergarten at the opening of school in September of the same year. In the event that parents desire entrance for a child whose birthdate does not meet the above criteria, receive they may con- sideration by calling Pupil and Career Counseling Services at April 1, 1979. 399-920- before 1 Going back I remember a dress Made of silver moonlight Die shimmered over pale green, And and a girl with alexandrite Green sandals danced the dark. r I think she was maybe I was her. If I look hard enough Is it possible she might Who me-O- still. Be there, Somewhere deep inside. Where no one ever goes? Calk! Larkins 12th grade Honorable some tiny glimpse of ourselves shines on the face of another. Judy Alford 11th Mention I see through the glory of distance. bad-funn- s, realitys fingertips. But if this means happiness, Who am I to call it sour? It is sweet-Unlerelived. ss I feel that Honorable Voices in time When I look back It makes the The very and the good- Far beyond grade every movement, Each mundane reaction Is dusted with gold. And later seen for its beauty. But in the process We are clouded with nows dusty vision. . . unknowing naive. I know now. But now is too late for then. And now seems dull, mundane the tin beneath the gold. But later Cathy Hess 11th grade Honorable Mention Haiku Poetry is thoughts Born in feelings, expressed Seeking kindred hearts. Borate Thurber 12th grade Honorable Mention Silently I hear them. They call me in their weakness. Echoing across my valley of life Coldly they call me sobbing, weaping, crying, touching me in a way I can not understand. Voices in time oh how mysterious your sounds Teach me your tongue help me understand your world. I know only your anguish and terror Cleanse my mind and heart, Give your experiences to me Make them mine. I will take them into my soul letting go one fragment a time so that none are lost. brush Jute Harris, bsnda Slater and Connie Thurbar oR received at Neither will they be manipulated To fit my own time and destination. For they are yours conveyed to me by your souls. Souls greater than that of my own. Voices in Time, oh how mysterious your sounds Teach me your tongue help me understand your world C hrl Long 12th grade Honorable Mention bonorobla man Hons. the mirrors gray, weatherworn softness of the dock. Years of storm and water and sun have velvetized this man- made trail of wood. Sitting, broken sandals beside me, I skim the tips of my toes flirtingly over the cold glass clearness of the bay. A warm sea breeze carries me gently from my dreamless day. . . Here I sit, dangling my feet over the edge, of this puff of cloud. The feathery breeze whispers through my toes ar tickles the backs of my knees. A white bird flew past brushing the tips of its wings across my cheek. Lying back, Im on the ocean, rolling serenely with the waves, headed for a dark, enchanted island. Sitting up, Im back on my cloud, looking long and wide at the expanse below. . . That, was a memory. the .by Sparked sparked bv the hieh crvstat blueness of today s sunlight. Its rays burn fiercely, cooling considerable on the long journey from heaven to earth. The warmth on my sundrenched face has given the essence, of summertimes tong since past and t. Kami Mitchell 1st place in Senior Class Vignette Lacy, Delicate webs of spider silk Stretching across doorways Catching the rays of sunshine On early morning JENNY dew drops. Pearl touched webs. Julie Harris 12th grade Honorable Mention A silver The dagger rips open cloudy sky, crevices Creating of emptiness In .the midnight air. Every slice of the dagger Brings a flash of blinding light, Transforming the clouds Into lisohed mirrors. The dagger then pierces The mirrored clouds. . . them Shattering slivers into raindrops That splash upon the thirsty ground. Elaine Laramee 1st place in Junior Class A Cathedral Candles Casting shadows On silent archaic walls. Stained-glas- s light paints on cold stone floors, Light dims, bright frescos fade. Mark Brewer 10th grade Honorable Mention Vignette Breezes blowing lightly; kissing flowers, tickling rustling branches, spilling autumn leaves earthward. . . making shadows dance freely in sunlight. Brenda Slater 12th grade Honorble Mention The Pirate Baleful eyes and broken nose, Grasping claws and rending toes. Whiskers white from crimes committed. Doing that which is not permitted. Ears cauliflowered from many a fight, Damned by the saints for not doing right. Captains ships that sail the high seas, Has never been known to beg or say please. The pirate is one who whips and kills And spills the blood of many a foe. He takes the treasure and laughs at the women And burns a port where ere he comes in. A pirate lives in infamy; He takes all the spoils from his deviltry. He lives and lusts and leaves dead whom he must. He steals a kiss and a night of love, Then thanks pagan gods for the gifts from above. His hair is ragged, curly and matted. His crew ugly and spatWith the blood and bravery of men who tried To stop his reign of terror. that racaivad You threw a stick of dynamite at me And watched as I crumbled into a Million tiny jagged pieces on the floor. Then told me to pick myself up and Pull myself together. And you wonder whats wrong. Jenny Hale 1st place in Soph. Class Of glittering tered Cathy Haas. HALE Midnight Calloused, brown bare feet TWO JUNIORS CATHI tACmSIlk ELAINE LARAMEE Now, Kindergartens for ITS Ini OD prize. of snow. Registration lfi)(lnn)8 rarotfDlTDgJ S (s)IrD A single, will LOMOND BEACON. March 15. 1979. Pago 13 mantion In Men who suffered and died from making this error. The pirate, though, sometimes contemplates. . . He thinks often of late about his fate. A fate he was made for, a fate he embraces, Then comes the thought of the faces. . . The faces he watched die paw. there a mouse, and then a John-Pthen its for merriment and celebration. The pirates not one to think of inflation. For its live for today and dont ever dread. If they catch you tomorrow you'll prob'ly be dead. He stalks his prey with a d stride, Hacks them in a corner, gathers his pride, Then out from some milky inside. Purrs, Run fast, run far, ut sure-foote- fur-coat- ed follow your star, For if I catch you again. Ill bite the throat Under your chin. And know you can plainly see where it is the pirate's at. a bloody You think, buccaneer? No, hes my cat. LaMar Parker Honorable 10th grade Mention tha Creative Writing contest ware Judy Alford and |
