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

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IMPRESSIONS OF THE CITY It stands alone, rising up from a field of dead grass littered with trash and billboards. Pilgrims scurry towards it; derelicts stagger from it. With the rising and burning of the sun; with the riding and the glimmering of the moon; its glass and concrete ramparts stride among the twisting, turning aisles of asphalt . In the early dawn the fields are a pale, frosty gold. Wet, damp air hangs in dark clouds of whiteness. The gray concrete is tinged a pearly cream with silver windows flashing white in the watery light. Into the flushed heavens rises an opalescent ball . The aisles are rel- atively peaceful - the few sounds echo clearly At high noon the fields are yellow. Papers blow and tin cans rattle across the fields. The ramparts are gray with brilliant gold flashes. Burning down from the azure skies is the amber sun. A thick blue-gray pall rises up from the blaring vehicles with a sickening stench . Across the clear sapphire skies rides the crystal moon. The ramparts and aisles of the city loom up as black splotches. Flames of light fl icker everywhere . Tires screech ... people sing ...dogs bark ... bil Iboards shine ... beer cans rattle . It stands alone . . . pilgrims scurry towards it; derelicts straggle from it . Carol N . Markham 87

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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)

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A MAGIC WORLD ; »- Come: To a place of wonder Where there is no cold, There is no thunder. There is no hating, Not here . We have been taught to love Not to fear . Come: There is no pain, no sorrow, No tears or suffering, No wish for tomorrow . Where days are lived For what they bring, Harmony and happiness, A worldly ring . Come: Don ' t fret, I ' ll go with you, But we can ' t go yet . Not ' til our purpose In life is fulfilled, Then and only then Shall we experience the thrill . It ' s a premier paradise, Not a heaven, Not a hell, It ' s the one and only terrestrial Shannon Manion SHADES OF COLOUR The colours leapt to view Like a many-faced jewel Of no clear hue But many, of vibrant Pulsating softness - Cool azure, warm jade, Delicate rose, brilliant gold. Part of a fifth world Providing joyful dreams For those who watch And those who care . Gayle Hunter