1978 School Magazine

Children in the Playground Sand flying above a tangle of children, bouncing and playing like peas when they boil, swirling and twirling, as they swing to and fro, up and down; like young children do.

But one is alone. A face red with tears, alone as John ignores the screaming, and John enjoys his company, solitude is his, 1o be alone; like young children do. The games go on as well as the noise Cheering and screaming as they made John cry, but one child is not content; he moves to crying John; and invites him to play; like young children do.

Marcia Kewley

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Gargoyle What better to do,

Than poke a face,

At the crazy world

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Which scurries below . . .

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Julienne Munro, VIE

Pity He lies with his knees curled up near his head, He sleeps in the gutter instead of a bed, His old coat wrapped poorly about his weak frame, Torn by the wind and damp from the rain, I pity him. He wears no shoes but a blanket of grime, He makes no money except out of crime, And this he spends on whisky and rum, Civilized people would call him a 'bum', I pity him. Lucy Sargent, IVD