Bloomington High School South, The Gothic, 1978, Page 164

Description:	ImagineKaren JohnsonThe world is one big rat race—trains to catch, deadlines tobe met, appointments to go to. Everyone runs around trying tomeet these demands of society.I would like to take a step out of the city, away from thesmoke stacks, away from the cars honking impatiently, awayfrom the people pushing one another out of their way.Come with me, come live for a few minutes. Cancel yourappointments and come with me. I will take you to a land faraway. Use your imagination, let your mind wander. . .The sky is beautiful, blue as a robins egg. Two small cloudsscuttle across the blue, white as cotton, creamy as whippedcream. A fresh, cool breeze brushes your face.The leaves on the trees rustle. They are starting to turn theirfall color. The rustling sound peacefully drifts around you, carried by the breeze. The smell of pine trees and wild flowers surrounds you.Behind you, a skylark chirps to its mate. Seconds later themate calls back.Walking along, you see the animals. Birds have colors neverso beautiful. Field mice skitter away. Rabbits hop, chasing eachother around the open field. Over there, by the pond, a smallfawn lies by her mother, nursing. Butterflies drift down goingflower to flower in search of nectar. The colors are brilliantflashes of fluorescent yellow, green, orange, and violet.What a beautiful place for a homestead. Imagine a small logcabin in the center of this field. Imagine walking through thetall green grass. The grass bends and bubbles with the wind. Inyour hand you carry a wooden bucket.You reach the pond; the water is clean as glass. You dip thebucket into the water. You start back to the cabin, stooping tothe fawn and its mother.You reach the cabin and set the bucket down. Turn around;look at the beautiful scene. Take a deep breath. The air is cleanScene of beautyDonna BennettWalking along the oceans shore,Once alive with tourists—now barren and alone,The shore bird plays tag with the wavesAs they crash upon the sand.Leaving behind a continuous patternLooking far across the horizon,As far as the eye can see.As if to go on forever.Blue,Almost purpleSo deep.So wide.A ship makes its way swiftly through thisScene of peacefulness.This scene of beauty.and refreshing. Suddenly you feel as if youre going to burst!You run, you roll, you lie in the grass and laugh. The grass issoft. The sun is bright. The wind is cool. Youre blissful.Enough of this; its time to move on.Going around trees and rocks, you walk on. The animals stopplaying to come up and greet you. You pet them and say,Hello.Wild flowers line your path. You dare not pick them for fearof robbing their beauty.In the distance you hear the rush of water. It gets louder asyou go. Now you see it—metallic, rushing, the water flowsquickly by. There is a falls about 50 feet high. The scene isbreathtaking. High rocky cliffs form on each side of the rushing, cascading water.On sudden impulse you take off your clothes. The cool watersplashes your face.You come to. The water is your shower, in your apartment.The sound of traffic can be heard above the water. Its ashame, isnt it?.»mm%mi3K& ^ IJTMfi - ■f^^Sally SareMountainsDena AllenSteep chunks of blue ice sprinkled with sugarSpilled over a green tablecloth,Pines sticking out like porcupine needles,The air thin and crisp with cool breeze.Clear brooks bubbling over round rocksSuddenly falling down—downCrashing at the bottom with an explosion.Wild flowers perfuming the air,Wild grape vines yielding their fruit,Tempting and ready to be eatenBy the bears of the forest.Untouched by human hands.164 Creativity
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Collection:	Bloomington High School South

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