July 1955 School Magazine

July, 1955

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1955

BY SANDY REACHES. As the day its ebony curtain draws, Ashadowing silent and tranquil shores, Where swoops and lifts the graceful gull, Falls this mystic, enchanted spell.

MOUNTAINS. Some live on the rolling plainlands; Others love a life at sea; Thousands dwell in teeming cities; The mountains hold a spell for me .

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From the silver lining of moonlit sand, Where glimmer the lights of a fairyland, From the wild-strewn tangle washed from the foam, Wafts the strain of a sighing sea. To the ears of the earth are rendered mute The secret tunes of the sea-shell's lute, And only in fantasy, 'midst the gleam, Do the melodies waken the air. But now through the thickening haze of mist, There comes a note that the wild do list, And the gull soars low on restless wing, And ceased are the whisperings from the shore. A slow w ind is rising up from the north, The swelling wave comes stirring forth, And the air is charg8d with an element; The spirit that goad's the sea's temperament. That leaps from out the murky depths, Mocking the margins of troubled sands. Biting the air with a sharpened tang; Bursting in fi ts of a stinging pang; Choking fragrance that lifts from the land; Whirls the waves' accomplice-the wind ! Exempt from the will and law of the land, Shouting its freedom from sand to sand, The sea, leaping high-unkempt, uncouth, Domineers ihe haunts of its domain. It is whipping the cliffs with its play; It is wearing the rock as if clay; And swelling, heaving, surging, smashing, Ever defying the will of the man. Lashing the stubborn yet yielding crag, And seeing the steadfast turrets sag Rushes in-conquers-and wild with glee, Plunders on-screaming with wicked cry . But it tires of its wild, tempestuous play, And the gloating wind sweeps on its way, Darkness devours the fleeting moon, And the demon of the deep awakes .

Among the peaks that crowd together, A hut of logs in a wattle bower Nestles, safe against all weather Though dark and fierce the storm' clouds lower. Those summits that have seen the changes Brought about by passing years, Guard their secrets. in the ranges, Brooding on the world's dark fears. Mirrored where a tropic sea laps On a stretch of golden sand, Or bound by snow and glist'ning icecaps, Mountains tower in every land.

Moon and s tarlight softly outline- Raging black clouds build a dome- Brilliant sunset bathes with sunshine These; the mountains are my home.

- Rhonda Vickers, Form III D.

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Leaving alone to the cowering gull, The peace and solitude of the crag.

The east is adorned with a crimson glow, And the wisps of blushing mist hang low Above the silent and tranquil shores, Where the whispers are borne on the air.

MOONLIT SHORES.

-Wendy Pope, Form IV E.

-MARGARET PACEY, IV F.

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