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About The Chemawa American (Chemawa, Or.) 19??-current | View Entire Issue (Jan. 1, 1981)
MAGIC CARPET As I was sitting one day thinking of money and the things it can buy, there came a carpet out of the sky. It rested at my feet. How plush it looked! Drawn to it, I gently walked upon it and made myself comfortable. Softly it rose, balanced on the air. I was soon flying high, wind through my hair. I looked down upon the Temple of Venus and the sea of love that surrounds, passed over the Valley of Death and the putrid cloud that hung in the air. Quickly I passed over the mountains of evil, too close to heaven for demons to dare, and landed in a meadow of happiness, but I was the only one there., I stayed a while, then, resumed my journey through the air. Magic was the feeling, tingling all around jagged cliffs, twisted trees, and some white sand. Frankincense and myrrh lingered around. It came to rest in a faraway land, a paradise refuge, peace to the mind, aromatic wine to sip, blue seas to wade in, time to be alone where feelings don’t exist and time is still. My magic carpet waits, but I will stay a while. Althea Liberty ENGLISH IV C lass, Karen Howard, E nergizer A TIME FOR REFLECTION There have been times when I’ve felt lonely here at school, in the dorm. But it really isn’t very bad, for there are lots of people around to make friends with quite easily. There’s hardly anyone who wouldn’t talk if you try to make friends. My first year, there was no one from my home place and I got very lonely—but I stayed out of trouble and started to get my head straightened out. I did some interesting things all by myself too. So really, being lonely isn’t all that bad and can’t hurt you - unless you let it. LEARNING TO LISTEN When I was about - well, in Kinder- garden, 1 used to not listen to in structions. 1 used to think, “ Well, I don’t have to.’’ We used to live 10-15 miles from our town. One time I didn’t listen to my teacher when she told me to tell the bus driver I had to get off at my uncle’s house to stay the night there. What happened was that I got off at my house and had to stay the whole night by myself. AND WAS I SCARED! I was about seven then. But after that I learned to listen to instructions. “ A thought doesn’t have much meaning until it is written or spoken.’’ - Harry Reasoner. CONFUSION So many thoughts So many problems Where am I to turn without being such a problem? I don’t know and I don’t care, But yet someone somewhere knows i’m there. Times I wish I were never here Hard times and low times always seem to be near. I guess it’s all a part of life Don’t know whether or not to show all my strife. If only life weren’t so hard I could be there and back without ever being scarred. I look around and what do I see? other people with problems Just like me! by Lydia Haski^
