1980 School Magazine

THE PARADE BOY: "Look at those men walking down the street! Aren't they fine and grand?

THE LEMON

Yellow lemon, Bitter with your experiences: Spitting sour juice on the Tree

I bet they hate it when there's peace, And the ground is colourless and bland."

That once nourished and loved you; And in the depths of your seeds, Remembering the care that once left you to Mature naturally in a magical Dream. You grew bright and full, Lavishing all your love and affection On a single Tree. Now, lie you humiliated and Forgotten in the dark shadows below; The love drying within The cut pith, while The Tree loves another.

OLD SOLDIER: "Look at those boys sitting by the road! I wonder what they think of us? I wonder if they realise the horror load, And the death that tried us to crush?" BOY: "l'll join the army, so l'll be grand, Arrd walk in the big parades, Above all cowards I will stand, And I'll throw those funny grenades!" OLD SOLDIER: "l wonder if they realise that war can kill? That war is blood and gore? That rats in your sleeping bag mate as they will? And food is sparse and poor?" BOY: "Perhaps in war I will fell A thousand of the enemyl And so many medals will ring, like bells When they place them onto me!" OLD SOLDIER: "l hate these parades and the war that kills, Red rifles and bloody grenades,

THE GUNS The battle goes on,

ln the dark, grey, mist,

The guns sttll roared,

But then, we doubted,

lf they'd ever stop. It took hundreds of men, Hundreds of years, To make this world, What it is now. But it's only going to take a few To pull us right back To where we were. If I make my mind stretch, Back to what it used to be like Back home, I think, right now, I would be Lying on my back Looking over rolling paslures of green grass Hah! if you found grass here, It would be Brown, not green, Brown from mud, Mud that seeps in, That traps you, eventually kills you. But back home, home that I doubt I'll live to see, Home, where worry was not known about, Home, where a man could iive in peace, Not have to worry about war. This war split up families, Families that, like us Had not known the word fear.

The officers most - with pride they're filled And blind to the grief that war has made!" That boy experienced the blood and gore, For they blew off all his limbs. The army forgot him - he's maimed and poor' NOW he hates the war that killsl

Susaa Warren.

N ED KELLY Ned Kelly was mad, Ned Kelly was bad, When he stormed Glenrowan town. He had not

figured on all the niggers tracking him down. He held up the folks at the pub (they said) and walked out with his men, the cops were there and took the dare to shoot old Neddy down. They shot poor Ned with a lot of lead, but it did not harm him. His armour could stand the toughest band and no one could have maimed him. But suddenly he fell with a thud, and cried in pain. "You've got me" he said holding his

Not Known what it was like To sit, waiting, for the gun, The bullet, that would Eventually kill you. The battle goes on ln the dark grey mist, The guns still roared, But then we doubted

leg police arresting. KellY hanged but he died like a is life" he said.

as the began

Ned WAS without his gang, Kelly "Such

lf they'd ever stop. Jesslca Stewart, BD

Danyelle Roach, BB

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