sea ships slipping down the
the silent sun sings with pride,
dreams dark
i 1 and fade away
the first song must be day
winter sunday
I have
often
in:1
in
'-i
spinning stones slide to form
a little puzzle far and warm
brings love and dawn
the second sing is night
and light
wheat fields open to the skies .
reaching, growing, shining in the eyes
and morning that we knew
the third song is you
mountains rising in the haze
racing, jumping; seconds in a maze
sometimes dead
sometimes free
the fourth song must be me
clouds are aimless
years soon by
it's right we should ask why
when the wind crawls around
the next sons must be found
wondered
why
these
freak,
out of
season
days
always
droop my
spirits,
like
today, now
it's
winter, but
the
day is
fall.
by Scott McLaughlin
as ir
For I. S.
We are the ribbon sunrise
rose packaged morning
You but the chalhdust sunset
chocolate-colored evening
I the boxcar silence
word sheltered midnight
Loving as some immediate music
echoing endlessly
We are but the rocks
rolling in the sea
John peeled a treeful of red apples
but ivhen he did they were white
inside
and underneath that were black
seeds and worms
which so disillusioned John
that he threw them all away.
by Dave Eckman
the season
is nervous
and
questions
its change
Ruth in Cornfields
Far across the deep of the blue,
Where the cuckoo sings to the gold of the
mango,
The jesamine blows,
The fireflies whisper,
The bees sting the juicy berry
All day;
by Kathy Cain Where the showers of smell are rained from
the green r t..
. Of the brown brown earth,
'.
Under a canopy of dust,
I have been a rag doll
' With mates of clay 4?
I by Sunita Jain
Let not they hand be tied up to
thy neck; neither open If with en
unbounded expansion, lest thou become
worthy of reprehension and be reduced
to poverty.
The Koran
Photographs
Page 11: Lillie Wil
liamson by Dan
Ladely ; Old Man by
Russ Cole. Puge 12 :
Russ Cole. Page 13 :
Top Mike Ilayman;
Bottom Dan Ladely.
Page 14: Joel Davis.
I
W 1 W : . 1
vi ' ill
a .it e nw
.1 wr
4 ?f '
- - 1
Where two or three are gathered
In my name, there am I In the midst
of them.
Ma mew
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THE NEBRASKAN
THURSDAY, DECEMBER' 17, 1970