1985 School Magazine

In the youthfulness of his hand As he reached out to touch mine, I could feel the soft, tender Skin, unscarred by age or work anEi I knew that my own youth Could never be again. -Yet here, this lonely, young creature, My own son, was reaching out To feel for me; His own innocence wanting and needing my experience of life. But how ·could I give to him - What I have learned over many years - in just one touch? for even though he is so dear to me, it would be a selfish act for me to deprive him of those years of learning, those years of gaining knowledge and his own maturing. For his own sake, I let go of his hand.

I contemplated a lonely raindrop, Lingering on a leaf, Long after the rain had stopped. It seemed to cling for life so dear, Fearing to drop to the unknown. The wind blew -

It trembled with fear; Its link was broken - It fell alone.

Childhood is lost forever.

Vanessa Colden Year 12

Bridget Sherrard Year 72

MORNING

Swords of light Pierce the inky blackness As the golden-shielded warrior

Rises rr;ajestically to ambered clouds, Waited on by joyous silvery Queen of night From the sky, And wakening the world with a sun kiss.

Diana Lohrisch Year 8

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