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

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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

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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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FLEETING MOMENTS Lash-shuttered eyes Sleepy warm brown, Wind-tousled hair Bleached golden blonde, Tanned calloused feet, Tanned calloused hands, Young boy dreaming Childhood ' s dreams. Enjoy while you can All the summer ' s days - For soon, too soon , The world will say, Cease your child ' s play, Be a man, be a man ! Thrust upon those thin shoulders The world ' s woes and cares, Too much for a man - Too much for a boy. Caught in a whirlpool Of conflict; between Childhood and manhood. Oh lad! Oh child! How soon, how soon You will age and know That forever to you Are lost childhood ' s joys. Margaret McNarry (Intermediate - First) TO THE GRADS Fingers pointing, Eyes piercing, Lips pressing, Sinner! We expect much, You must fulfil , You must not fail , Slave! We think only of you, We know what is best, You cannot escape, Captive ! Look what has been done, See what you must reach, Do not wonder why, Follow! You may choose your course, But - never wander off, Here is where you go, Obey! There is no time to feel, Emotions are a waste, Follow, don ' t protest, Silence ! (A grade 13 student)