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SENIOR IV
THE MOST CHERISHED renewed happiness, for I knew
GIFT I had the most cherished gift in
the world — a true friend.
As I walked along the beach,
with the cold sand slipping D iana vonKlem perer
through my bare toes, I no
ticed with silent astonishm ent TH E M EANING OF SPRING
th at the sun, like a great ball of
fire, was dropping down below Each flower springs up and rep
the horizon of the never-ending resents life’s b u d d in g e ternity.
sea. T hen, I rem em bered th at
the sum m er was over, and that Each patch of snow disappears
my life, like the days, had been only to portray a death and
changed by the com ing of fall. a new life.
I was back in school again, Each beam of sunlight replaces
but it was very different this dark shadows and brings forth
year. I felt so lonely this past a fresh new life.
w eek, as if I w'asn’t a p a rt of the
busy life th at revolved around Each lonely soul w ants again to
the school. T hen, I thought of live a new and different h a p
my best friend far away in board piness.
ing school, and I wondered
w hether she missed me as m uch E ach em pty h e art feels true emo
as I missed her. O u r friendship tion w ith a strong new m ean
h a d been so deep. W e grew up ing of love.
together, w ent to the same
school, and had the same friends. A nd e ac h life is now re p le n
Everything that we have done, ished with a passion for a
we did together, and everything new beginning.
we had, we shared betw een us, Edith Read
w hether it was pleasure or sor
row. I rem em bered all the long ALL THIS
talks we had, and all the se
crets that we confided to each The scarlet petals of an awaken
other. For trust was one of the ing rose,
things that had m ade our friend
ship w h a t it w;as. W e h a d a rg u T he soft fragrance of blossoming
ments, but they only helped our buds,
friendship to become deeper. O ur
friendship had been very easy T he m oist dew on the early
going and happy, because neither m orning grass,
of us had to struggle or act dif
ferently from her n atu ra l self, to All this is spring.
keep the o th e r’s favor.
T he m urm er of the unsure wind,
As I sat down on an old log, T h e rustling of small waves as
I noticed a great pile of seaweed
at my feet. It was all green, ex they scramble about,
cept one piece of pure white T he noiseless sun bringing light
th at was completely tangled in
the m iddle of the rest. I began into dark places,
to worry that, now that we were All this is spring.
so far from each other, our
friendship, like the piece of sea T he chirping of contented birds,
weed, m ight become entangled in T he soft rain on the roof,
the busy world and lost forever. T h e m erry fire lighting the room
Looking at the ocean, though,
I remembered that the farther w hen we came in,
out from the shore the waves All this is spring.
are, the deeper they are, and
then I realized our friendship The sound of m any ambitious
was the same way. T he farther people,
away we were from each other,
the deeper our friendship be Each one wanting better than
came. So as the waves broke over he has,
the lonely shore, I ran home in
The sight of dirty streets; the
awareness of discrim ination,
All this is life.
Kathy Day
