July 1963 School Magazine

July, !963

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Gramm~r School Magazine

July, 1963

DESffiE

OBSERVATION

0, for a gypsy~'s life,

Where· I could wander wild and free,

I have always considered rainy nights rather depressing and not in the least as producerS< of beauty, but ratlher as dreary starless periods of time filled with the unceasing mono- tone of the rain. However, there came a night that proved my uncomplimentary opinion, disastrously wrong. The afternoon was wet and uninspiring. As darkness began to descend, a beautiful rainbow, as if to compensate for the passing of the sun, appeared in all the full glory of its seven merging colours. It arched across the sky, seeming to be planted with one foot in the north, the other in the east, and it produced a shadow. Perhaps it was only a shadow in colouring and clarity but it was there, stretching the full length of the mother rainbow. In the western sky, the convent on the hill was starkly outlined. Contrary to the rainbow's soft pastel shades, the west was harshly, brilliantly yellow. · As night descended, the rainbow dimmed, seeming to relinquish its colours that the whole sky might benefit. For a few minutes, the sky remained thus, a mixture of pink, blue and mauve and then, abruptly, the last pinkish colours faded and all that was left was a soft glow over the houses. The western sky was rosy, the convent silhouetted. soft and black as velvet. Even the clouds seemed rose-tinted. The pink became orange, the orange suffused the sky, bright- ening the woolly clouds. The hollows formed by the hills could be seen as if filled with molten steel, while over to the south, the sky was flushed with purple. But all this had to fade and soon the sky was the grey-blue characteristic of dusk. It became dark blue, and then, finally, black. The rain had stopped and Peace reigned. Today had been my sister's thirteenth birthday and I could not but think that this had been a fitting end to her day of entry into the rather turbulent world of the teenager. -"OBSERVER", IVD . 32

Free from all care and strife,

Away from the world of anxiety.

Live like a lark, sing all day long,

While endless Time goes rolling on .

Way out there on some desolate road

I could wander like a desert Nomad.

But, in this world, no-one is carefree,

For we are destroyoers, one and alL

Destroying all happiness and glee, Like some dense, suffocating pall.

So , I lose my desire , My one hope and dream, For the world we built up is on fire Choking all with its selfish, devouring power.

- PENELOPE HOPE, IVB.

{I.L ;Po,u~

- FELICITY WILLIAMS, VIA

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