June 1945 School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' GraD!mar School Magazine

Brisbane Girls ' Grmnmar School Magazine

June, 1945

June, 1945

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"THE AWAKENING OF A NATION-AGINCOURT" The soft moon wanes so slowly overhead, The glimmering stars creep to their weary bed And in the paling east, the golden sun Begins to light the meadows. Night is done-- But s till in England all is ;alm, and the nation sleeps. Far, far away beyond the English shore In that sad land of france, quiet more a nd more Reigns in a solemn little English tent, And. English soldiers think of all life meant, While still in England all is calm, and her people sleep. But nearer still there is a joyful band Of scoiflng Frenchmen, bragging of the stand That they will keep, the captives they will take; So stakes are bet, pnd o.tber jokes they make. But still in England all is calm, and her people sleep. Now sound the bugles, the battle has begun • The Fren::h and English fight 'til s trength is gone; Fast flies each deadly weapon which draws blood And thus men die, the evil with the good. While still in England all is calm, and the nation sleeps. Fast !all the English, but even faster flows The blood of gallant Frenchmen, from the rows Which vainly strive to stand, so firm and bold 'Till none remains their flag on high to hold And still in England all is calm, and the nation sleeps. And. so -once more the weary sun sinks low On this St. Crispin's day so long ago, · And Englishmen, victorious and proud Sing "God save Harry" and they shout a loud- But still in England all is calm, and the nation sleeps.

A SOLDIER'S THOUGHTS OF HOME. In despondent mood I sit and think of those back home- of wife and ch ild, mother and father. Ah! how long it seems since last I heard the familiar cry of "Dad". I wonder if they have changed very much. My child is three years older than when I saw h er last. Perhaps I shall not recognize h er . My heart aches when I think of the fresh air, blue sky and the tinkling feeling the first breath of the w.esterly winds sends through one. Yes, it will be winter in Australia. Winter- and here the heat is almost unbearable, the rain pours down incessantly from the clouded heavens and the ' eaz:th is on e pool of mud for miles. · At home there is a cosy chair, a garden which according to my wife's letter is a mass of flowers, a library with its shelves stocked with m y f

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The Battle's o'er. The day is won, and all The power of France is / ours from the fall: So God be praised- or" Harry and his men, May England rise shll greater ye t again,

"SO, AND NOT OTHERWISE"

For now in England nothing's calm, nor do her people s.eep. -BEVERLEY GRANT, IV.B. THE HUNTED. •

Two small seeds of trees, alike Borne by wind, were ~nt af

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As I was going down the hill, One pleasant winter's mom, 1 saw the)luntsmen at the meet, And heard the huntsman' s horn. The snorting horses -pawed the ground, The hounds bayed with delight, But none thought of the hunted fox, Unconscious of his plight. I looked at the eager faces 0! happy folk so gay, And w ondered if the fox would die, Or live another day. . ·

When the other, capti.ve cringing, Dwarfed, and as with old age, bent. So it was from Earth's creation; , , In fair ground, a mighty tree; '· · : Mid rocks and boulders, jusi frustration; Thus the way it had to be.

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-GERDA JOHANSSON, C.V.

-MARGARE'r, LEWIS, IV.B.

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