1982 BGGS Magazine

To Escape the strengthening grasp of homework. Books shut, door slammed, and a breath of fresh air. Hear thunder? Perhaps a plane, low hard to tell. Charcoal black, heavy clouds. and the sme!! of Spring rain. Can't see This mass of wind-blown hair. Blink hard, hold it back. Icy, fresh, this wind from the West. Libby.

Bonfire

Shooting flame- Hissing cream of salt:

The deserted beach is empty, ho!!ow, And the ghostlike body of the ocean is Seething with life. A curve of liquid hooks suddenly at einblers, And both are hurt; A loot of wet black crumbs is captured But to the shGip white stars Rises a curl of defeated steaming foam . Then flickers orange tongues, licking through and within; Altered states are sti!! in combat; ·

Steam flame Water, coal . Heat , cold. But dying, flame concedes: The growing tide seeps higher, Fiery inch by inch. Lastly, fishy wetness, glass/ike, cold; The sea flattens in innocence, a liquid grave. £CJL. . .

MY DAYS AT CAMP

On the first day ofcamp it was rea!!y rather damp . . On the second day of camp we went for a long tramp. On the third day of camp I had a bad canoeing cramp. ·On the fourth day of camp My best friend was the running champ. On the fifth day of camp wait, ·there was only four days at this great camp! Margaret Carlile

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