December 1954 School Magazine

December, 1954

:Brisbane Girls ' Grammar School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

December, 1954

A WINTER MORNING It was a cold winter morning. Far away, aloof stars shone through the darkness . The rays of the sun began to rise above the far distant hills . Tall, -stark trees stood in a misty valley where the ground was covered with frost . As the sun's rays stole sti II further over the countryside this frost began to sparkle on the leaves and grass blades . Soon the stars faded. The sky changed from a dark silvery grey, to a pale blue as the sun rose higher. Kookaburras, in jovial tones , heralded the arrival of a ·new day . The sun's warmth melted the frost . The mist di·sappeared All was still . Birds of all descriptions began to sing merrily . Flowers opened-a perfect winter day was ahead. Beth Lee, Form Ill A. THE COM lNG OF MAN

On upland plains where horses ran, Wild and free, unstirred by man , Silence replaces ringing neighs Tl-lundering hooves in secret ways, For most are gone.

In endless arcs of heavenly blue , Flights of wild birds gaily flew ; Now their cries and restless wings Sound no more in bushland springs, For most are gone. Now with Death enthroned on rope and knife, Gun and poison ; carnage rife; Creatures fearless, wild and free, Now are frightened, forced to flee, For man ha s come. THE TRAIN It leaves the station shunting slow, Then gathe rs speed as the wind doth blow. Rattling and racing along the track The great " iron-horse," which never looks back, Then onto the plains, and into the hills, Past small towns, and cities, and great sugar mills . Its speed is swift like a snake s lith'ring fast It' s here, it's gone-a thing of the past. It 's carrying passengers distances long, With a whistle , a shunt and an urging song. It carries on, up mountains to go Where pulling is hard, and progress slow. Then relieved and light hearted on gaining the top It pauses for breath-but it must not stop. The pull is much easier down the side So it rushes and hurries , swift as the tide. It reach ed a town, stops a mo.ment , and the n With a jerk and a whistle it ;s · off again.

D.M.B ., V B.

NANETTE BUCHANAN, IliA.

j . WEIR, VA.

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