July 1951 School Magazine

July, 1951

:Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Ma g azine

July, 1951

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

MOONRISE

water cooled-from hot to warm~from warm to cool-from cool to c-c-c-cold! I used to stand there for a few seconds and then, with a desparate bound, I would leap from the bath, claw at a towel and begin rapidly to dry myself. An hour later I would be in the· tram saying brightly to my friend, "But of course, I had my cold shower this morning- it takes more than a temperature of 40 ° to stop me.' ' This little tale therefore shows that coldness can inake cowards out of the hardiest of us. We should combat it as fiercely as possible and try to prevent it, with its great advantages, making cravens out of us. -ALISON THATCHER, FORM V. In the grey dawn of a morning such as any other morn- ing of unchanging time, the flowers in the garden of the deserted farm-house lifted their heads to the new day. In one corner, by the green wooden stake which had stood there for so long supporting nothing, a beautiful violet thrust aside her green covering and drew up her richly coloured coat. It was a beautiful birth-place; there in the corner, surrounded as she was by other brilliantly coloured flowers. For two days she lived there, beaming upon that happy and undisturbed part of the world which she had had the for tune to see. All day long she laughed at the butterflies, opened her coat wide to welcome the buzzing bees, and admired her own slender green stem, all the while contrib~ting her share of the powerful scent which wafted from the whole garden. At night she elegantly folded her petals inwards, and slept in that peaceful spot while insects held their long meet- ings. On the third morning on which she lifted her head to the day, she did not raise it quite as eagerly as before, and at noonday, when the sun was directly overhead, that great golden ball sent down cruelly hot rays which withered the dainty violet. Her petals lost their splendour and the little flower no longer displayed her beauty to the world. "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetn~ss on the desert air''. - Thos. Gray. -JILL FARRAR, IV A. 42 IDYLL

When darkness has descended over the peaceful town- ship, where the buildings are dwarfed by the steeply-rising diffs on either side, and the miles of fathomless ocean stretch- ing out beyond; the silvery form of the moon comes slowly irom behind her watery screen. Slowly across the vast blue sky the silver chariot glides carrying the stately queen. As she passes by, each place becomes bathed in her wondrous light, and soon, the ocean and surrounding land is tinted with silver. Through a sea of stars the boat glides, illuminating the spacious heavens . Higher and higher she climbs, until from the centre of the heavens, she looks down and smiles on the silvery land. -JOAN SNAPE, FORM IV(b).

- NOLA MORRIS , V.

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