Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

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re oety i — Tirst rrizc William Price— U3 i GLORY OF WAR— TWENTIETH CENTURY VERSION I touch emptiness After the bomb Has dropped. Feel the sores Of poison in your veins. Do not cry. The dead do not complain Or rant against fate. Generals prepare defences. They build more missiles To kill for peace And establish the brotherhood of man. I sit in the radioactive wilderness And cut my hand on a piece of glass. My land is dead. Why kill it? It could not harm you — life does not kill. Murderer, you destroyed my life. And yours. Sentry at gibbet, you wait for your own hanging. Sorrow Sitting in the darkness moaning Cries like the radiation-sick child At Nagasaki. The century dies In anguish, in a defecation Of nuclear waste. Loneliness Is dying by the ruined sea alone And lost in thoughts Of madness. Death Approached like an idiot, gibbering And laughing. I run To get away Or die in a corner with myself Avoid this nightmare. But I can ' t And end Like everyone else. A CHRISTIAN VISION A HAIKU FOR ALL MEN It was a gull, a seagull crying To the jagged wilderness Of hope, and faith, and love undying And eternal tenderness. A sea-song, fresh with the air Of salt cod singing to God And fishwharves lying Wrapped in grace. Man ' s sorrow Wrapping grief In small packages For me alone 14

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PREP TWO First row, left to right: M. Lynk, M. Moore, R. Samek, P. Farmer, M. Hawkins, N. Mingo Second row: Mrs. McCarthy, T. Conter, J. Blanchard, P. Buell, N. Rastogi, A. Welch, L. Tierney Third row: J. Ritchie, J. Aquino, K. Harris, L. Medjuck, E. Peaslee, C. Ozere, P. Hart PREP ONE First row, left to right: P. Atherton, J. Beis, C. Mingo, L. Fox, L. Warner, A. Pugsley, M. Vohra, C. Stevens Second row: Mrs. Wright, S. Walling, N. Bright-Asare, .T. Embil, R. Vethamany, R. Smith, T. Norvell, N. Byrom, H. LePierres, R. St. Clair P. McCarthy , 13

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oetrvj — Second yize Michele Raymond — M3 LINES Lines can go on forever; Lines can go on and on; Follow your line ' til it leads you Up to the gate of the dawn Still your line passes onward, Through the horses that guard the Gate To the Land of Eternal Dawn. Lines can go on for ever; Lines can go on and on. Follow your line ' Till it leads you . . . To the God who radiates Dawn. DISCOVERY Jane DouU— U2 As the light of evening spread through the sky, she stood, looking out into an invisible eastern horizon, yet seeing nothing, neither the ostentatious automobiles, nor the stolid square brick houses, all alike, nor the struggling brown shoots of grass, nor the brightly illuminated picture windows. Nor did she wish to see these things, for they could never give her whatever it was she needed. In exasperation, she wheeled away abruptly from the window, and as if dismissing what she wished no more of, firmly drew the curtain across. The rest of the family, she knew, would be occupied with their usual amusements; the television was loudly blaring out some trite entertainment; she could rest assured that her absence would go unnoticed. She looked about once more, slung an old coat over her should- ers, then slipped unobtrusively out. She threw a glance at the car, complacently waiting in the garage; no, it would not serve her purposes; it was too much an inexorable part of what she must escape. Yet, think- ing better of it, she turned toward the garage, and, in a moment, under her apathetic hand, the vehicle was gliding down the drab street. Over miles of asphalt she drove, until at last she alighted by a deserted field. She could see endless stretches of grey looking highway (an inspired creation of man, she reflected 15