1980 School Magazine

SHE began, small, perfectly shaped and healthy, sprouting with life in her new environment of eternal-life support and peace, and all was

good, until many days later unadjusted problems existed;

the warm support she had become so accustomed to was to probe her into the world, where survival was harsh and tough, a young creation, she faced the consequences; she was to die or bravely live on. THE day came, it beamed with warmth and the soft breezes which were so typical of spring Her delicate, but firm youthful green stalk pushed aside the nutritious sorl, for which so long she had called home. But now she was no longer a unique seed amongst the ants and earthworms, but now, one of the many hundreds of the gentle wildflowers, blessed with the soft colours as wide as the painters palette. Marion MacGregor, 11 Woolcock

From the deep distant sea You calmly rose And into the pale sky, gently grew. Never did I see you Until faintly, I saw your shape rise Within the colours of the dying dusk.

lnto the sinking clouds You mysteriously crept, Gliding within the darkening shadows, Falling beneath the wild silver and stormy blue Of the deepening night But graciously f rom your humble search, You gradually arose, bright and brilliant. Shaped in the dark clear night Your beam grew, wide and bright, Ref lecting every beauty of your soul. Each winding wave I passed, Your light passed with me - never proud, But always loyal. And f rom the full curve of your body, You filled every darkness Of my night.

Shona Freernan, llH

EPITAPH I WHO AM - WAS, therefore, being no more After an interval, life began . . . And I proceeded to die; Although, until today, the job was incomplete. Adrift, in lnfinity, I lie, AT PEACE? Eva Huehne, 101.

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