2002 School Magazine

original works

Too narrow for a car to drive through, the alleyway cut between tall, dark buildings, long since abandoned. Night settled over it like a blanket as rats left their nests in search of a meal. Yellow eyes flashed as a stray cat stalked out of the shadows The bitumen under foot was cracked and adorned with potholes. Cardboard boxes, tin cans and other discarded items littered the edges. blocking rusting doorways Boarded up and cracked windows leered down like menacing eyes, as if daring anyone to enter the alleyway. A yowl rang through the air as the cat pounced on a potential meal. A cobweb hung from a char-blacked sign. it's appearance that of fine strands of silk. us small black owner sat, waiting for prey unfortunate enough to stumble across its sticky trap

The Cry of an Old Man Do You regret being my daughter? Or, 15 it for fear of losing me that You shy away when my eyes meet You These are the questions I ask myself For I am just an old man. with nowhere to run

Why are my words 00 longer mine?

I can speak, but I have lost my voice These are the questions I ask myself

kithryn lockson 9 Grimth

The thoughts I ponder but can't speak about, For I amiust an old man. with nowhere to run

The clock on the wall ticks over The cakes in the oven slowly burn

But. oh no, these are not thoughts of my own, For. to you. I am but an old man. with nowhere t

MY body slowly disintegrates, MY mind is 00 longer my own,

But still You whisper and pretend I'm not there, For I am just a frail old, man, with nowhere to ru But I'm silently crying to be freed. Freed from the body that entraps me Yes. me, an old man, with nowhere to run

Remnants of my past lie dormantly, dust-ridden on the shelvesI You say only Young ones are 'on the way home

But will You notice when I am gone?

When the old man with nowhere to run, 15 gone

lessico Xiug 12 Bennlond Visions of Self

Geo, gino Horsburgh 9 0'Connor

Winner of the 13 Year age group section of the 2001 National junior Poetry Awards

At the edge of the cliff, 00 light shone from the dark mysterious manor. Pale moonlight flickered across the bleak landscape. The raging sea below angrily smashing onto the rocks, was all that could be heard. It was otherwise quiet Deadly quiet. A long winding path leading to the manor was cluttered with haunting trees and evil shadows. Overgrown shrubs stood still and sturdy like a murderer in front of his victim. Suddenly, a venomous scream tore through the night. Then all was silent. Still there was 00 light

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Melonie 81enkin 9 0'Connor

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