1980 School Magazine

..ONCE MORE, THE DAWN.'' As I stood on top of the hill, I saw what the Revolution had done. Aimless destruction - a parting of the ways. What point is it? Earth and Nature do not deserve this. Oh, but look at the ragged corpses, once functioning machines of living people, with feeiings of love and hate. Why,does this happen? lf God had meant it this way, surely He would find a way to stop this insanity. -'' The Earth still rolls on, periormingj its dutiful tast< ot delivering life eternal. The warmth of a fresh day bears insistently upon my body, The beauty of the dawn, thawing my feelings of hate and revenge. It's done now; it's too late. Silence and the stench of decaying bodies . . . . . At least there is something else alive _ _ the bacteria -this world is full of it. Golden yellow, ahl but the force of it, A globe of burning innocence split across the horizon, Yearning to melt the placid line of the earth. For the birds, this was their finest hour, but now, it,s destroyed, artif icially. Oh! if the earth could but speak, what misery it would tell. I pray reverently as a last resort. Oh Lord, I plea, what nas this world come to? Dictators and Debacle, Destruction and Death. The uncanny stillness is broken only by my heavy Pf,lflrp qrojecting, fin.e wisps ot droriO, [rrasing into a lTetess Dreeze, which plays down into the Valley"of death. Like air, I hope to fade, into eternities of Time, Because, can't you see, There is ngthyng that can disturb me, for I am just as alone as the hill that I stand on. Marion MacGregor. SEDUCTION IN DARWIN The flies buzzed romantically. The beautiful soothing smell of camel dung floated up to ciress my nose tenderly. "Oh" I said. Jack walkeil past. For a year now I had admired his mag,nificent physique. t tove'O tne iviy he coutd in one unorihodox mou6meni titt a tty. ue wi6 never afraid to ctench his mighty fist and trit nis naiiyieg hard. No. He was not af raid"of ilain. His brown hairy chest was exposed. He flexed his muscles - his biceps had biceps. My legs quivered. I would have fainted except the smell oi ca"melb tepi me from doing so. "Oh, Jackl lf only you knew how much I love you 1,, I said as I scraped the camel dung off my shoe with i breadknife. I was in love. That. night I swept back my hair, dressed up and went outside into the cool night air. tfre moon was like a bowi of sour milk. The wind lazily picked up the dust anO tnen threw it back down again ahb tfre wiriOmiil stood against the,evening sky, Oa"rt< anO morOiJ-fooking tike Darth vaoer. I straightened my dress, licked my sfitcurl, undid my top button and teaned seductively a{aihst the wall.- "Evening," Jack said. I smiled. I hoped the girt ctinging tightly on his arm was his sister. "This is me wife, Ethel.,' I could barely manage a smile. I ran inside. I was heartbroken.

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