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molders and mentors; instructors and icons; faculty and friends! |
by Mr. Lucas, SHS Visual Arts Teacher
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molders and mentors; instructors and icons; faculty and friends! |
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Remove the obvious outer layer
of human leavings: bent bicycle rims that create new geometric forms, roseate blooms of urine and blood growing atop mattresses, fast food containers blazoned with neon logos and indelible cartoon creations. Discover deeper down a doll, perhaps named Tilly, whose one china blue eye glints in the sun. Unearth a mahogany mantle hand-carved with fleur de lis. Discover a browning photo of “Mary on her first birthday, November, 1959.” Notice peeking out from behind her buried image, a faience blue vase signed by Peter. Almost overlook, resting beside it, a bloated notebook whose cover reveals in perfect Palmer Method “My Private Thoughts.” |
A Beautiful Place
A Diverse Community The Town of Sharon |
Sharon Public Schools
A Strong, Diverse Learning Place Where Students Flourish |
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Rites of passage I have had my share
With their twisting turns and their long lost stares Peace and passion rage and despair Yes, this and more have brought me here And I have passed through the Gates of Tears Ship wrecked dreams I have known for years But now I am standing at the gates of horn Where dreams come true Where dreams are born And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn I have wrestled with my existence here Careers and roles beliefs and fears I have yet to find an answer here To the age old question of why we’re here And I have passed through the Gates of Tears Ship wrecked dreams I have known for years But now I am standing at the Gates of Horn Where dreams come true Where dreams are born And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn Winds will blow and love it bends or breaks But time roles on in a ceaseless wake You cannot have what cannot be So you cut your losses and roll to the sea And I have known the gates of Ivory White Whitewashed dreams lost in light But now I am standing at the Gates of Horn Where dreams come true Where dreams are born And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn Some will say the gates are but a dream For they do not exist and they cannot be seen And I was would say they are of your heart and mind And you can see them there if you’ll close your eyes And I have passed through the Gates of Tears Ship wrecked dreams I have known for years But now I am standing at the Gates of Horn Where dreams come true Where dreams are born And I’ll take my leave at the Gates of Horn |
Lub Dubby Mr. Snow,
SHS Biology Teacher |
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