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

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PEACE Michele Ravmond — M3 Peace lodged in the sun ' s face and smiled down upon the green valley. She heard the sound of an old woman singing as she thought of Peace ' s benefits. Peace saw children making mudpies, while their father worked in the fields. She though a little sadly of how she, Peace, had been nearly universal once. She thought, These people have never knowTi War, and Devastation. They are nearly the world ' s only people who don ' t know them. Peace stayed. She could almost touch her quiet, smell the love and trust in this, her last haven. She stiffened. The quiet became strained. The sensation she felt was not recognizable to her at first, she had lodged for so long in this little hamlet. Then she saw children, older now, grow wan and haggard, and go from her spell as War approached. Peace felt herself retreat, and shrink, becoming no more than a symbol of what had gone before. POEME Janet Still— U3 Chaque jour J ' attends I ' amour, Mais il ne vient jamais. Chaque jour je cherche la bonte Mail 11 est rare, tres rare. Chaque jour je desire le bonheur Mais il n ' arrive guere. Cependant chaque jour, je vois le maJ, je vois la haine, je vois la tristesse. Le monde n ' est pas parfait. 28

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Your turn, Leroy said while he passed the gun to Homer. The basement was cold and Homer had worked a pretty good sweat when he took the gun. He was sure the firing pin would strike the percussion cap and send the bullet whizzing into his brain. He felt like shut- ting his eyes but he couldn ' t because the enemy was watching him. He finally pulled the trigger. Your turn again, Homer said grinning. Leroy took the gun and with a little reluctance pulled the trigger. Click. This is a good way to lose weight, Leroy said, joking. Yea, I should tell my old lady about this. She must weigh about two hundred pounds. Homer took the gun again and went with the same apprehension as he did the first time. He finally pulled the trigger. Click. To speed things up Leroy suggested that they add another bullet to the cylinder. Homer agreed so he broke the gun and added another bullet. After spinning the cylinder and some quick arithmetic, he announced, That makes the odds two to one. That should speed things up. Yea, Homer said. Leroy took the gun and pulled the trigger. Click. He handed the gun to Homer but before he could put it to his head, Leroy asked him, You know your way round yet? Yea, I guess. Ever been to the Central? Leroy asked referring to Central Park. No. Me and my chick go there every Sunday and go rowing. It ' s lot of fun. You should try it. You gotta chick yet? Yea, Homer said. Hey, maybe some day we could get together and. . . . He cut him- self short, put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Click. Let ' s make it an even game, Leroy said, talking about adding another bullet to make the odds even. I ' m game. Let ' s make this the last spin too. I don ' t think the gang will like it if we don ' t settle this thing. You know where the gang can go. Yea, Homer said. We can pick our own . . . the word seemed to stick in his throat and when he said it, it was in a low voice . . . friends. Hey, let ' s get together with our chicks and go rowing at the Central. Yea, that ' s a great idea, Homer said, smiling. I thought this was going to be rough, but we got to talk and we got some fun coming Sunday. Yea, let ' s let this be the last spin too. Leroy took the gun and put it to his head. The explosion rocked the small basement. The force of the bullet almost blew his head off. A shrill cry escaped from Homer ' s throat. He put his own head on the table and cried. 27

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OUR LAND Pam Medjuck— M3 Who is it Who in youth has might and knows not bondage ties? Who is it whose alhes are roaring seas illustrious skies? Where can one find the royal majesty of her Rockies, Where can one see The soft rolls of her Prairies? Whose saviours are = - men who did for her sake Whose heart lies in the soil, the tree, every lake. Tell me who doesn ' t know of B.C. ' s trees and totem-poles? Show me Who has the vigor to match her Arctic ' s Ice and jagged knolls? Who means the maple leaf, beaver, bison, and moose? Who means the rabbit, coyote, and wild goose? Who is Ottawa, Parliament, ten provinces, and two? Who has the wisdom rarely found in the new? The answer ' s the rock, the dove, and the hand; The answer is Canada Yours, mine: our land. THE FOG AND THE MIST Bruce Maclean — P4 The fog and the mist roll in Without any help from the wind Rolling over the land Covering it over like a hand It slowly rises and disappears Like water sinking through sand. IF I WERE . . . Christian Koppernaes — P3 If I were an ant so very very small . . . If I were a giant so very very tall . . . If I were an ant I would crawl along the floor. If I were a giant I would not get through the door. If I were a bird I would fly up high, If I were a fox I would be very sly. But I ' m not an ant so very very small. I ' m not a giant so very very tall. I ' m not a bird that can fly up high. I ' m not a fox so very sly. I am just plain dreamy old me, And I ' m as happy as can be.