Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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than the walls of my cell! Then a thought struck me with full force and I ran. I ran far away; I ran en- dlessly through the night back to my cell. I lay panting on the cold floor, shuddering and sobbing. That ugly beast had instilled such fear in me that I dared not venture out again. I knew. I knew why I had been released from my dungeon and I knew why I had returned to this dark world. My odyssey ended. My life ended with the one piece of knowledge that I had. I had touched a mirror. . . . The gryphon drifted through the forest as if enchanted. He was free from his prison now - free to haunt the darkness once more. A swallow gracefully climbed into the blue sky above. No one could walk through the Dead Forest any longer. The school children knew better than to come near. In fact, the whole village was superstitious to extremes during this time. The old legends had not yet died out and so the shadows were left to roam at will. The gryphon reached the Hidden Glade, ready to awaken the evils and stir up the mysteries of darkness. Deeply, it felt with its eyes into the globe resting on a silver perch. It glistened with early morning dew. The gryphon became entranced by the dark visions within the misted globe. Gently it rocked until the globe fell to the forest floor. It shattered like crystal into a million shimmering slivers. The gryphon did not worry. It was the end of winter and it could always conjure up a new one - now that it had regained its freedom. And the village knew more than the legends revealed. Shiona MacKenzie, Grade 1 1 Junior Prize Essay, 1980 23

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Though it seems just another day, Once that minute has crossed your way, It won t knock on your door again. Simonetta Lanzi, 12R4 THE FOE Silence seeps into my ears, A blurred and rushing sound. No need to hear the grating sea - Such laughing silence spars with me. Jane Moes Memories flooding sharply in and tearing at the tender flesh of my heart, Rupturing the cool sanctuary of routine life and hurtling me backwards. It digs deep, twisting cruelly and I wince with the pain of times remembered. The jagged fragments of the past rush in and break my controlled countenance. POEM FOR A FRIEND You asked me to write you a poem What could I say? I thought you wanted to catch a star. You smile but don ' t give me an answer. I haven ' t figured you out yet. I don ' t think you have figured me out yet either What can you say? I don ' t expect an answ er-just a smile. Yo u can catch a star. yo po Here is ur em. Rebecca Upjohn, Grade 13 My emotions burst and I run for safety. Martha Wilson Grade 10 25