London Central Secondary School - Golden Glimpses Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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THE SUN I love the world I worship it I never want to die, I live for it and keep for it - and never wonder why I breathe and speak and hear and read and plough the fields to plant the seeds. And on and on for years and years, Man dreams his dreams then disappears I. Vilim ' MR SHORT AND SWEET My Primal liberty, you took. My last conspirator, you found and Killed. Please may I scream? January ' 71

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But they never shall see it. They are not strong enough to climb the cliff or young enough to even hear its challenge. For a long time, like most, they have heard only the voice of materialism. They have even forgotten that they ever heard anything else, for when we ask them to understand, they only worry, or curse. Mountains are made for seventeen -year-olds to climb. Only our eyes can look out and see freedom in the hills. The wind whispers the secrets of truth only into young ears, for the older ones are all filled with the roar of disillusionment and the wax of self- compromise. The eternity in the rocks and perfection of nature inspires youth, only just beginning to try to attain these things for himself. On our mountain we have not yet been convinced that it is impossible. The purity of our hearts and the joy in our comfortable lives makes us believe in ourselves. On our mountain, freedom, truth and perfect happiness do exist. We stayed there for as long as we could in the setting sun to savour being. How difficult it is to be calm when such joy is in your grasp. At times we fairly screamed with excitement. Then we would sit hand in hand feeling the pulse surge in complimentary rhythms and realize that at least half the joy was in the fact that we ' d shared the revelation and, in that, proved it true. The sun had set when we reached our secure little dingy. We rowed back to the boat in the afterglow without a ord and boarded with no hint of our secret. We knew that we ' d probably never make the climb again together, but our mountain will always exist. Peggy Eberhard

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THE ANTISPELL - LAWRENCE KARN It is by sheer force of will and mind; The absolute power of thought and truth, That I do dispute, nay refute These thoughts that supernatural Might pre-ordain the actual. You damned unliving yet undead! Your pentagram of influence Shall not transcend my life and goals! You do not exist but in my mind Wherefrom you now succumb to reason. These thoughts have, hence, been put to rest Yet I waken in late of morn ; The taste of raw meat in my mouth. I gaze upon my hands and view dried Blood, clotted, beneath my fingernails. Lord Rutherford ON A COLD WINTER NIGHT On a cold winter night while the snowflakes were falling, A cry from the valley was heard. How appalling! The sound was heard on the high mountain top, Where some farmers were growing their mid- summer crop. And all living creatures, (whether living or dead), Jumped out of their houses and ran out of bed. And when they had gathered and were standing around They heard once again the most terrible sound. They were all very frightened; didn ' t know what to do, So they ran to the nearest Bell Telephone Booth; They rang the police, but no answer, because The telephone wire was cut, yes it was! Who would do such a thing, such a terrible crime! But it really didn ' t matter, not a soul had a dime. And while they debated who ' d done it and why The most fabulous sight was seen in the sky. Speeding through the heavens at a fantastic rate Was the Easter Bunny - Only eight months late. This shocked all the people so much that they froze And to this very day they still stand in the snows. Now the situation is filled with suspense And you, the reader, are anxious and tense. But I can ' t end the riddle. You may sue me for treason But what this poem lacks in rhyme it makes up for in reason. Bev Hennick