Oregon High School 1984 Yearbook (Oregon, WI) - Full Access

Poetry THE BOOK THE STAFF BUILT This is the book the staff built. This is the copy, that lies in the book the staff built. These are the photos, that go with the copy, that lie in the book the Staff built. This is the cropper, that cropped the photos, that go with the copy, that lies in the book the staff built. This is the staff, that tamed the cropper, that cropped the photos, that go with the copy, that lies in the book the staff built. This is the book, that was made by the staff, that tamed the cropper, that cropped the photos, that go with the copy, that lies in the book the staff built. by Mike Watts The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand . .. 'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax - Of cabbages - and kings - And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings.' by Lewis Carroll My life seems to lay out ahead of me Like a road with many turns. I often find I have taken a wrong turn. I pick up my pieces, along with my pride to turn around. To face the main road once again. I look back over my shoulder, and see my past. I try to learn from my mistakes, While I cherish my memories. I look ahead and see nothing clearly. Every once in a while I will catch a glimpse of a dream that may be reality. I stop and see Where I am now, I try to remember everything, the small details as well as the more important. Then I take a deep breath. And a step forward . by Kristy Schmidt Innocence is out to play today boasting a fresh smock, crisp and clean laughter bubbling out of her like a hose left forgotten in the grass. Her mother is leading her through the paths of life, the playground gently guiding her, restraining the urge to hold her back. Yet, dear Mommie cringes with every mishap that becomes her fair child and every smirk upon her snow-white soul dress, knowing all too well that each stain penetrates far deeper than the cloth itself. Innocence is out to play today but it won't be she coming home. by Marlisa Kopenski Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, 'Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you. - Come, I'll take no denial: We must have the trial; For really this morning I've nothing to do.' Said the mouse to the cur, 'Such a trial, dear sir, With no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath.' Then 'I'll be the judge, I'll be the jury,' said cunning old Fury; 'I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.' by Lewis Carroll 93