Ocean Force
Ocean tide that bemoans and
befowards the self-same
sands that quickly hide
secrets shared ’tween man
and tide.
Known as true, that name well
rent; Mistress Ocean
Nurturer, protector, home for
many.
She beckons and calls us
toward mysteries and great falls.
Strange her magnitude
Unusual her source.
Damnable your pervasive strength
Salvable your healing force.
Page 3, Saiemite, November 30,1979
Amy Inglesby
Laura Mueller
' Cripple Creek Catch
J^ hazy sun in a faded sky
^'stens 10 a iazy mosquito buzz by.
wizened trees, bearded with moss,
'father ’round the rivers muddy gloss.
^ nian and a boy in a flat bottom boat
motionless, intent on the corks afloat,
the man wipes his brow, pushes back his
^at,
^Quints at the sky, and blows off a gnat.
boy stares round-eyed, in hopes his silent
"'ait
^'11 fool some ol’ bass into takin his bait,
^at the cork just sits in the quiet brownness...
^|>en it bobs, and a splash rips the stagnant
^dllness.
^at it leaps through the shattering water!
boy grips his pole; the line gets tauter.
"Ml ’im in, boy! Eight-pounder, I ^et!”
^alls the man as he desperately readies the
net.
bass in the bucket flips around,
mans says, “You done good, boy. Just like
‘taught you to be.’’
, ^ep, I caught me a big ’un,’’ the boys says,
!^®aming with pride.
Shore gonna taste mighty good when Mama
®ets ’im fried!’’
Jamie Johnson
Psyche's Lament
I never asked for you. Before you came
My world was warm and quiet as autumn sun.
My life was clean and mine until this shame
Made me one-half instead of one.
I never asked for want. I hate this need.
My mind and body used to be my own.
Another never filled me with this greed.
Until you came and made me feel alone.
I never asked for love. It sickens me.
I hate the tears that fall like winter rain.
I hate that all my I’s have turned to We.
I hate that you’ve invaded me with pain.
I’ve never known a shame so vile as this;
My incompleteness since Cupid’s kiss.
Sally Jordan
Alison Huff
Incunahuh/
Martha Walker
Guardian
he reached toward the back seat -
i thought to grab his jacket
’cause it was a chilling night -
but up he came with a brown,
floppy-eared pup - Nathan Enboch Schyler -
a gift (dedicated like him)
to shelter me in his absence
Lou O’Dell
My Mountaineer
Behind brown eyes
Lies a sunset
Or two
And a mind-
nurtured by the cool mountain air
and a cloudless blue sky
Somewhere between the falling russet leavet
And the glistening snows of winter
He can find his freedom
On a rocky trail,
whistling “Dixie”
high on life
and continuing with nature
FranJohnsa
Laura Mueller