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

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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

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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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PEACE As I sat and wondered at the fate of the world, There suddenly appeared out of a summery sky A dove carried upon silver wings; With a sprig of olives in its beak! The day of peace is soon in coming; A sign from heaven of coming peace! When all men will throw off That all mankind would be as one . The enfolding shrouds of greed and war Though there may be a time of waiting, And become brothers. And many men will grow impatient; And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, And their spears into pruning hooks. God will then smile upon his children; And upon the world as it was meant to be . Rena Kalin (Junior - First)