1972 School Magazine

St,,gglu fo, o lif"u^"

Ten hundred times I have wept for the moon With tears, tasteless as bitter ice; And I have seen the loneliness there, Shelved in crater-groov es ; Violent and vulgar. Ten thousand times I have conquered the earth; A leaf born of tree but weaker still- Like perished autumn leaves that rustle in frenzy and fear Of the winds and the storms That beat the gravel With whips of stinging drop sprays. Yet, ten million times have I seen death; And in the dark, desolate despair, shining dimly A moon; gilded halo; emblem, From which the dead of body and of mind Are branded. The finger-distant stars! Long faded by the Sun of Man.

Beth I'l/oods, VIB

Life is beautiful It possesses something that none can take away. The wind, it blows, holds fast Disappears. The water, it feeds, controls and then.... Disappears. The love, touches, takes away. But stays. Lifu does not exist only on Love, but it is a necessary part, Take it, cherish it, but do not abuse it. It gives and takes, fills you or leaves you empty. Live with it .... Forever,,

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Jenny Andrews,

Fage Ten