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EXPLANATION OF THE BOMB

     The poem, The Bomb, is narrated by a soldier who is running toward the battle front (gubbed gramhoe) where enemy plans (blibs) fly low. However, before he gets to the front line he is caught by some enemy barbed wire (spider lace) which the enemy set up before their retreat. As he is freeing himself, he sees an enemy soldier (candorheed) running. He chases the enemy (belf) to the lake where he has to give up the chase and once again head toward the battle front. As he nears the front (gubbed gramhoe), he sees more planes (blibs) fly over his companions. He finally reaches the front where he falls on the sand by his friend, Dave. He thinks this will be the end as he and Dave await the bomb.

THE BOMB

It's time to go to the gubbed gramhoe
Where the tangerous blibs fly low;
But 'fore I'm able to reach this place,
I'm caught by a grod spider lace.
While in the process of being freed,
I spy on moving candorheed;
When a triumphant flight I make,
I chase the belf to Vimtur Lake.
Here I'm forced to detain the chase,
And set forth with a quicker pace;
As I near the gubbed gramhow,
I see more blibs move o'er their foe.
I finally reach the doomed gubbed land,
Where I fall on the gucken sand;
Now I'm on this gubbed dox grave,
And here await the Bomb with Dave.


                    BOB HALL
                       '62

WORMS

Little worm upon the ground,
Why are you there, so soft & round?
I pick you up and squeeze you so-
Ischhh! Little worm! Where'd you go?

DONNA NEWBERRY     
'61          

MY LAKE

Calm, smooth as glass serene.
The glistening black water reflecting silver
From the bright silver moon golden ripples
The cry of the last sea gull flying farewell.
Darkness, complete.

DON ROGERS       
'62          

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