1970 School Magazine

O* "f j"cws Blurred, distorted uision ol self, Diuiding, fadins, out of uiew, Strange knowledge of confusion; When does the image focus? Life struggles, straining, all through, Staining the image with wauering pain; N ew dimensions adbere themselaes, Form of aiew determines uision. Time rnces into the image, Turning, playing with lisht. Once the outline almost straightened Time must bring certain focu.s.

5' ng "f tlru yrro[y'uJ Oh but to moue one helpless dormant finger! To reach, and touch, and gr6sp, and feel the rougltness Of a stone; to feel, to let sense linger On a ueluet rose; to tug the toughness Of a surly weed; to bear some pain, Some ache, some prick, that tears and sweat misht dry; That tortured, aching thoughts that fall like rain Misl)t cease; tltat this dead shell misht not so lie. But God decreed. I should be how I am. He gaue my mind the cbance to rule my being To play tbe lion, not the timid lamb So nurture I my hearing and my seeing. Altbough the barren body liues despised, The mind is fruitful, of the paralysed.

_ KATHY PICKERING (VID)

ll"" €tuyyro[' My eyes are blind to the sea of foam That stretches to meet the rising sky. As the unborn grass rests 'neatb the land, I pray fo, them. I find them hieb HiSh aboue the mirtb of life, and further; Further away than yesterday's discoueries : F urther tban the endless path. And they walk and liue : struggle to liae, And your eyes utould not belieae T he torture tbat inflicts the hardsbips, F or they are hell tbemseXaes. And loue is killed and sweet diuine uine is lost The red uine nou cbokes the tree. I t crauls and creeps and like' a sea, Stretches to meet tbe rising sky. As the dewless morn rests 'neath their hearts, I pray for them. I hope they fly. - BETH McLELLAND (IVD) n Oasis T he minute beings - smaller than they think themselaes, Wasting auay slauing to grou tbeir seed for the haraest : Wasting auay. Cbance may sorD them. Tben lile rnay plough them, But only death can end man's prolonged efforts; Wasting and slaaing away. And what for? For what purpose do tbey sow their seed? Firm footing : n)Asted; wasted auay fo, nothing. - BETH McLELLAND (IVD)

- LYNN ROBTNSON (IVD)

- CECTLY GREAVES (VIB)

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