1972 School Magazine

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I was going to write a poem for the school magazine. It was going to be the greatest poem you had ever seen, But when I found my paper and took my pen and ink, Whatever could I write about? Oh dear, I could not think; So I sat there thinking, I tried a dozen times, But when I found the subject, I could not find the rhymes. Just as a verse quite maruellous was forming in my head, My mother came and told me, "It's time to go to bed." "Oh Mother, no, oh no!" I cried. "I must ftnish this tonight. Oh Father, please help me to get m, poem right." And so my Father helped me, and this poem that you see, Was written half by my father, and only holf by ma Gwyneth Abrahams,4A

A shimmeing jewelled fairy Hovering amongst the green fingers of weed, Her round mouth and delicate gills Pulsating to a steady rhythm, The pattern breaks only to the flutter of her golden veil, And her whole body sparkles like embossed gold. Wth only her beauty to console her, She rules the realm of her small bubble world.

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I saw an object iumping in the garden. I knew it was a frog, but that didn't stop me from running down to catch him, to keep htm in a bottle, beside my bed, because I like frogs. He was a little green one, not so very tall, not so very small, but just right for a little girl of three. I showed my mother my little green frog and we named him Alfred, Alfte for short. And to this very day I have kept Alfee, Because I like him.

Rebecca Beverage, I IB

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