Hillcrest High School - Impact Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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LIFE They stand alone - isolated in their crystal world where light is distorted and sent back in pools of liquified jewels ' . With their poignantly chaste beauty they stand there - three virgins. Their faces are velvetized yellow and their bodies wear vinyl green. Shy, they blush even as you look, and a silvered tear glimmers quiv- eringly upon each face. They are fresh and their fragrance is dream-Like and smells of rain and green grass and rich brown earth. But alas! Staying too foflSj they are jaded! Their faces either and become brown with age . . . their green bodies wilt and turn grey. They are blowsy as they sprawl half in, half ot»t, of their yellowed world where the light is h%4d imprisoned in the rancid amber. The ir smell is sharp and permeating and lingers on cloyingly. Soon they disintegrate and all that remains is a dry, withered, brown .ash . . . and that is Life - three roses m a crystal vase . Carol Naomi Markham (Senior First) LIFE Sadness that dulls the senses Accentuates the writhing agony Creates a god from whence The misery stems from the body Tears cannot regain the past One must try to live and endure This miserable liTe while it lasts Thus a future will be ensured Some day life will be refound All the joys and smiles fair A happiness that can be sound Though the memories will always be there Marv Matusiak TO SCALE For a moment he held his breath . The cold, rough scales beneath his feet were silent and still . Suspense flooded his abdomen . Hot blood pounded into his ears. A sharp click, a low hiss, and the ten- sion-of apprehension and terror gave way to despair: Oh God! he breathed, I ' ve gained six pounds! Dan Showalter

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[U A JL THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO SOCIETY man is lying in the street. As people walk by, he pleads for help, but the disgusted, curious and unconcerned just walk on. Carefully they detour around his outstretched hand. A minister approaches and almost manages to pass by, when the hand grasps feebly at his coat. Caught, he is forced to look down into the anguish- ed face of the man . Can I help you? the minister asks. Please, I ' m not well, I. . . His voice trails off as the minister glances at his watch. I must give a sermon in twenty minutes; if you would like to come with me to the church, perhaps I can find someone to help you. The holiness will make you forget your. . . Please sir, I don ' t need religion, I need a doctor. My dear boy, everyone needs God. Come along. . .can you walk? Dear me, it ' s so late! Never mind it ' s alright. . . Are you sure you wouldn ' t like to come? The man turns his face away. Very well then - I mustn ' t keep the congregation waiting. God bless you! The minister hurries off while the man ' s thin frame is wracked with sobs. A politician, expounding theories to his ignorant, mink-clad companion, stubs his foot against the man ' s leg. Stop a minute, my dear. Here is an excellent example of the very thing I was telling you about. Our so-called government, does nothing for poor wretches like this. If I ' m elected next time, I ' ll certainly make sure that these people are kept off the streets. You have no idea what they do to one ' s public image. Suppose a Communist saw this - imagine the propaganda! No, I definitely feel that this sort of thing should stay out of the public eye. 11 By this time the man had recovered enough to realize that someone has been observing him for an abnormally long time. Just as he opens his mouth to plead once again for help, the woman pulls at the politician ' s sleeve and whines, Aw, come on. It ' s two years to the next stupid election, and if you don ' t hurry up we ' 1 1 be late for the church service . All you want to do is flash your big money roll in front of everyone. I don ' t see why you have to. . . and they disappeared from view. Look Mommy, look at the man lying there on the street. What ' s the matter with him, Mommy? As the child attempts to run up to the man, his mother, with a horrified shriek, drags her son back and slaps his wrist. Don ' t go near him - there ' s no telling what germs and filth he has on him. Then she launches into a tirade on the young boy ' s fate - Now do you see what happens when you don ' t do as you ' re told? You ' II end up just like that. . that revol- ting creature! Come along now, I want to show the girls my new dress before church. They too pass by, the child looking curiously over

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WINTER ' S HIDDEN BEAUTIES In every hidden blade of grass, In every wisp of cloud, There is a hint of beauty there, Though not spoken aloud. A ray of light on a dewdrop clear, The dancing shades within; A scarlet disc in a saphire sky, Devoid of strife of din. A snowy, cold, and windy morn Produces a merry sight; Of snowflakes falling endlessly, In dance of fun and spright. A snowdrop fallen carelessly Upon a warm, gloved hand; Soon to be melted with a breath, It cannot wait or stand. Each crystal in perfection fine, Of hexagonal shape, Each has a pattern of its own, There is no duplicate. A tall, majestic evergreen, Its boughs burdened with snow, Every branch bent almost double, As old man winter blows. Rena Kalin 85