1985 School Magazine

HEAT WAVE Lethargic people plod clumsily and Only when they must, Oppressive is the heat, the day; The air is full of dust. A cat lies dozing in the sun, A dog passes by - too lazy to run. Children brawl for any they have the

HATRED

Hatred is an iceberg, Sharp, cold and hidden beneath the tides of other emotions. Hatred is a splinter within one's flesh, An unwanted element in your body, excruciating, ripping. Hatred can't be studied, Under a microscope Or from space. It is an unexplained feeling within ourselves.

Energy to overpower the heaviness of the day. Horses in their stables pick discontendedly At their hay. Evening descends; still and dark. Somewhere in the distance a dog musters The strength to bark. Mothers stir with maternal instincts prevailing, And call in their children through light that is failing, That cat, p.wakened by the hum of crickets, stretches, And gazes around, Then strolls off into the dark on its nightly round.

Taye Chai Year 8

Rachel Bekessey Year 8

MARBLE Marble White, cool. Pillars high Noble statues Unyielding and calm Sculptured and grooved Surviving.

THE BALLOON

A slow steady ascent

from the solidarity of earth to the weightlessness - of indefinite space. The initial sensation of my stomach falling through my feet, then silence - as an engrossing aura.

Rachel Bekessey Year 8

I was alone, in harmony. All inhibitions left on the ground, far away. A soft sweet aromatic breeze touches my skin. I'm buffeted to and fro, at the whim of nature, my bondage to earth broken and I was susceptible unrestricted into the sky, into the endless aquamarine sky. I was as one with the wispy white clouds. This graceful flight brought serenity from within, a wonder and awe of life and the realisation that life is merely a picturesque jigsaw and I

POND SKATER

Six fine thread-like legs skip over the glassy surface. Delicately they pluck the stream-lined water, Leaving a shower of droplets.

to the unpredictability of nature's movements. I was soaring

Slender and fragile, The insect dances

to the songs of the trees, A timeless ballet of nature.

It Iightly darts, Skimming over the silken pond. Its wax coated feet leave dimples on the pearly film .

It pauses a moment, And a finger of sunlight touches its wings. In a single lucid movement It is gone.

was an individual flying high .

Katy jenkins Year 72H

Heidi Webster Year 9

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