1971 School Magazine

-Kongoroos, -Koo[ut, Srrfing on{ e4trorigines Before coming here as an AFS student, these are the four words I generally associated with Australia. Now that I've lived in Austra[a for a year. I am able to describe it much more accurately. The word which I think does best to describe my opinion of Australia is beautiful. During my stay in Brisbane. I sqw beauty everyday: People helping me, guiding me, befriending me, saying G'day to me, and getting me over my spells -of -homesickness. This year has been the hippiest one of my life, and all because of the kindness of the Australian people. I'd like to thank everyone for making my memories of Australia as beautiful as they are. Thank You.

Jan Macejkovic

Kristen Beveridge, IVD

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S*rnlrction

The sun has set. And only a flow- remains lighting the earth. A young breeze sPings And with her carries- Small white clouds which ruu hurriedlY after their god-the sun. The glow disaPPears- A star breuks through And night has come.

Heavy wtnd bllsts chill mY skin And icy gravel bites and tears My flesh, and pares More flesh from skin-then

These'wordsIbleed... I have cleaved a Poem

From imaginations bright, In recent raindroP daYs, Wth tragedies in mind, Though hidden from their sight, I now this hour feel Deep sorrows, yet will they ever be found- Restless me-within Has to identfY An alien; or bear his Peril His is a tiger, Or, no? Courage poor defeated beast, I have compassion for You: For your every droP of sorrows bled lle bleed together Our souls embrace As from our lips and tongues Sailness bleeds.. . drip dnp. . . dip drip- If I could your form comqose- (What sacrifice could buy that gift? ) And see the prize on a beggar's face, This fortune would be at anY Price tilor thle s s* had w e liv ed.

Avryl Faragher

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It hits the innocent- Like a black mist Mingling with their activities Until their very souls Ache with pain, longing and fear. It seems impossible then But-as the living must live They too return to W But always tapping at their minds A memory of the lost.

Avryl Faragher

Beth McLelland,5C2

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