December 1966 School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

Br isbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

December, 1966

December, 1966

"RE-CREATION" When I finally find a few moments to spare,

WONDER 0 nature, what you have to give To all who seek to know, The wonders of your colours bright_, And why the rivers flow . The rain that pit-pats on the path, The sun's warm glowing rays,

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From the stress and the struggle of the workaday world, From the tension of mind due to worry and care, From the hurrying city, and bustling of bodies, I like most of all to sit quietly alone, In the soft peacefulness of our garden secluded, And meditate on what glorious mysteries Life and love and beauty are. My lungs breathe in deeply the crisp and cool azr, Full of the fragrance of flowers of ti-tree; The laughs of the jackass, the calls of the doves, These wonderful sounds, I can hear with my ears. I feel the soft sleekness of long, thick hair, By the sensitive touch of my own fi ngertips. I focus my eyes on my hands and my feet And a song starts to break from my half-parted lips. Then recalling the science I've learnt through the years, I realize how intricately, infinite cells And canals and fibres and minutest beings Have all been arranged in the carefulest pattern To make my eyes see, and my lungs to breathe, My hands to feel, and my limbs to move, My ears to hear the songs of my soul, To give me life and the power to love . How can one say when one knows all this, There's no supreme Being, or skilled Designer, No powerful God, or mighty Creator, Thus, no expectations of eternal bliss. Then as I gaze at the living things round me, Only beauty and splendour are seen in their form; From the tiniest blade to the noblest of trees,

Where from the flowers their petals spring, And what turns nights to days. Who paints the wings of butterflies, And teaches birds to sing? The glory of the golden dawn, The peace that dusk will bring. And mother's pride with new born babe, Be it lion cub or doe, Nature's wonders e''er amaze All who seek to know.

- GWENDA BRADFORD, 111 B, WOOLCOCK HOUSE

All these are structures of orderly plan. The delicate daisies are wafted by breezes, Poinsettia petals fall silently earthwards,

The soft shades of the roses defy all understanding, The shape of these blooms as near perfect can be. Now lifting my eyes to the .branches above, Little sparrows engrossed in the making of nests,

A chicken-hawk lazily circles the sky, Looking for prey on the earth below. Flashes of vivid greens and blues

As screeching parrots dive from tree to tree. What mechanisms wonderful, wings of birds are, To support them in air and to carry them far. 69

GO-GO GIRLS W. CRAWFORD, VID, WOOLCOCK HOUSE 68