1973 School Magazine

F'SR.ST' THOUGHTS ABOUT EASTER Just an ordinary man Who mme up in the world And was out of his time Wtth healing. Only a normal guy

T'HE {,,AST OF' L[F'E, F'OR. WF{[CF{ T'f{E WAS M,ADE She opens her eyes. TVte room k glowing with gentle morning sun. She smiles and breathes in deeply, and the air is clean and fresh and sweet, for it is early yet and there are few cqrs on the rood, She feels the sheets cool against her uital, but faded body, and sinks further into the pillow to savour the quiet beginning of her day. Age is the soft greyness of ha hair and the contentment in her eyes. The young girl is bounding through the trees, laughing out abud with sheer ioy and then throws herself on to the grass, breathtng quickly to recover her breath. Now the wild burst of ecstasy subsides, and becomes a quiet sensation of intense and over- whelming happiness. Everything for this one pedect hour is wonderful. The sun is warm und brilliant blue and green. The exuberance of nnture and youth bubbles os one. She steps carefully ocross the grass, to her seat beneath the trees. The quiet wtthin her steals sll around her, and sitting there she quietly and deeply loves life. Yesterday it rained, but today is beautiful. Ihese are days for memories - gently, unobstrusive memories she wouldn't dream of completely surrendering this present to the past. The pleasure of both worlds is hers. The young woman lies silently in the dark. Her hand rests softly on the sleeping shoulder of the young man by her side. Their gently rhythmic breathing fills the silence, and satisfaction floats in the air. The young man stirs and is awake - their eyes, bright in the moonlight, meet, and he gently draws her to him. She watches, through the wtndow, the brightness of .middny calmly fade. The longness of afternoon closes in, and the bustling for evening begins. There is pleasure in darkness for her, but still she shivers shChtly as she senses the tiredness and dustiness of the day, longing for the night. The pale woftnn in black looks unseeingly ahead. Her dreams and love must be with her through death, but half of her is numb. Sadness whispers loneliness, and quietly she succumbs. Then through the twilight, before darlmess, comes understanding. One lift ts complete and now hers must be fulfilled. Delight in Itft returns, and her eyes come alive again. Niqht - the last of day - and luffiment and satisfaction sweep over her. She closes her eyes. Helen Hambling 6C coo - love is when you heor on the radio that your suburb is o slum, but you always thought it was home.

Wo got hold of A nutty god idm And convinced himself it was true.. A somebody who got killed instead of going to the madhouse - And told twelve idiots to follow him

because he could save. Just an ordirwry man Wto can get us to heaven And fuffi a fairy+ale Because - Some ordirnry people Needed reassurunce.

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THE BURIAL Down Down Further, deeper Dmker Darker Light is wantng Aoser Aoser To the bottom

Wile in a box of polished wood Death is being suspended by ropes.

Anna Zantiotis 5D

THE THOUGHTS OF AN OUTCAST A groin of sand

on an ever-extending shore, is significont within itself; yet in relevance to the beach all identity is lost and it bemmes nothing. . . A man is like a grain of sand: to himself he is nothing. . . A millian people, self contained, treading the track of lift in urwwareness; lmitted in a web of love with a chosen few; and never-exceeding the boundary to reach out to outcasts like me. he moybe consequential ; yet amid a cruel world

Ar" Anonymous Rock

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