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Jackie
by Russ Cole
going 75 mph on interstate 29
the telephone poles look
like sioux sundancing,
the blistered cornfields
like ivithered oglala maidens
and the unmoived weeds
beside the highivay
stare stonily at me
as unshaven norivegian faces
of stubborn pioneers
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by Lucy Kercherberger
THE NEBRASKAN
Men Like The Trees
Men like the trees,
that grow so tall,
leaves turn gold,
and then they fall.
But the night, still
carries on, all alone,
and the leaves
are going home.
Spring is the color
from which they came,
hut fall is the color
which has no name.
For winter is the time
trees need leaves most,
and then they are gone.
by Steve Beiens
The Lowlands Reader will consider
all forms of creative talents. But
you must first make your efforts
known to Alan Boye co The Ne
braskan, Nebraska Union, 68508.
U.S.a.
whirring emptiness
clutching at our loins,
dancing us out of existance
all that's firm is stuck
in our teeth
ive're burning out of hope
& leave all alone to be
earthquake shatters
streak the air & our trip
freaks to Bummer Heights
maced brains
scrambling for a rock,
cracking us into two fears
all that's real is lying
at the roof of my mouth
marc i ttuPree
Rain Storm
The lightening flashed
Beyond the windows
And the thunder rolled
Across the heavens.
But people came and
People went
Despite the rain that wet
Their hair and caused the
Pools on grey cement.
by RoseMary Masid
by Russ Cole
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Just a thought
the sun kissed
the mountain top
gently
then they both
lay down together
and the new day
was pregnant
with meaning
by Ben Cacioppo
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1970
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1970
THE NEBRASKAN
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