1972 School Magazine

Illustrations by Beth Woods, VIB

I am tired; Tired of soaring upwards through the clean cool air, Twisting, turning, ecstatic in my movement, Spiralling higher Joyful in the ltght. Div ing recklessly, gliding serenely, Plummetting to the ground. I am tired of dragging my loathed self Through the grey, clinging dust, Tired of staggering, Maiming sense and soul Thrashing, Flailing, Desperate to fly and fall once more. B. Rowbotham,68

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