August 2004 The Megaphone Page 6
by Julie (Stout) Crim
Have
you heard that before? I have. I also heard that the only things that never
change are death and taxes. I bet you've heard that too. Well, if you believe
that, I've got news for you!
I returned today to revisit one of my favorite memories. It's been a few years
since I've visited her, so I felt relief when I found her exactly the same. Her
color is beyond description in overpowering magnificence. She's no larger, she's
no smaller than before. She grows in height, she shrinks to almost disappear
before your eyes. Her frothy white halos, moving fast then slow, are refreshing.
She's older than mankind and as new as a new born babe. I stand, I sit, trying
to outguess her and at the same time knowing full well I cannot.
Oh, to touch her, is my desire. Does she feel as she did before? I walk towards
her, hands outstretched for a touch when in a flash she pulls back and almost
ceases to exist. I wait for her return and of course she returns. Here she
comes, oh, here she comes and there I am . . . ready for a physical touch, a
union, if you will, of power beyond anything we can imagine and a force that
cannot be measured. She appears gentle as the distance between us melts away.
But alas, as she comes closer and closer my natural urge of self preservation
overcomes me and I step backwards. She backs away but I know she'll return and
I'll be ready this time.
Here she comes, faster than before. I'm ready. But she's coming faster this time
and I know she won't stop in time and so I step backwards several steps and
barely make it in time (that self protecting thingy again).
But here I am, a simple minded land locked human, who for a moment in time, was
almost one with the power of the Pacific Ocean and the endless wave . . . after
wave . . . after wave . . . after wave . . . after wave . . . after wave . . . .
. . . . .
Submitted by . . .
JJ
aka Julie (Stout) Crim '57
Ballard Beach State Park
Bandon, Oregon
by Cindy (Benedict) Odom
When reading this one, some people think I am writing about children. Nope . . .
Look!
Animation in the dark.
Conspicuous diamonds
LARGE ones and small,
seeing maybe twenty in all.
Full of play, leaping around
not a care in the world,
run up hill, then down.
As light shines upon them
in haste they flee,
how I wish I could join them,
join in on their glee.
Diamonds shining,
LARGE ones and small,
Run so nobly ---
One night in the fall.
This is about deer I saw one evening driving
through Camp Atterbury.
Submitted by . . .
Cindy (Benedict) Odom '69
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