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

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THE MOLE ' S STORY Long ago, certainly long before Man, we Moles stood ten feet tall and roamed the earth on our hind feet. And we roamed the lands as their master, for we were strong, and endowed with a mind capable of the most insidious cunning. None of the other animals could challenge our awesome combination of tal- ents, and the Mole was able to dominate and take all he wanted of the earth ' s luxuries. Secure in our existence, we expanded into the far reaches of the world, self - righteously flaunting our empire for all to see and admire. The Mole was truly eternal, beautiful, perfect, absolute, invinci- ble. The earth and all contained therein existed solely for the Mole. Finally the world was completely conquered. But many of the Moles discovered that a few of their number had more than they. This was an outrageous violation, as EVERY Mole deserved the most of the best. And we turned against one another and began destroying each other for our own possessions. The tragic conflict progressed, Mole mind pitted against Mole mind, Mole strength against Mole strength, until from sheer exhaustion, the mighty turmoil ceased. The other animals acted decisively, for in our weakened condition we could no longer defend our- selves or our empire. We were harassed and driven from all we had taken. Our cries of indignation were thrust aside as had the cries of the other animals been ignored when we established our empire. The ani- mosity of the other animals was unbearable. Under the constant bombardment of hate our bodies shrank drastically. Our vicious bearing was forced to waddle about on four short stubby feet. The greatest sorrow came when we were banished underground. Another chance? we begged. But no one trusted us and we had to remain in the dark dank impoverished earth. Our long wait is soon to end though and we rejoice. Of all the animals now, we fear only Man, and soon he will be banished as we were long ago. Then we will emerge and once again roam the earth, more wisely, less arrogantly, and sharing its enjoyments with all. Ken Lyon I can remember Walking up streets In the early morning, Drinking milk from bottles left on the steps Of the towering tenements. The sun crept cautiously Past the wrought iron of Kensington, Past the twisted stone of the palace, Past the century -old trivialities Of our Great Mother ' s castles. As children. We hated milk. But, when walking up streets, Trying to miss the cracks in the cement, And watching the sun rise through the bubbling glass Of the pint bottles, It was kind to our senses, And offered laughter to our guilt. Xenephon

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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

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SOUTH OF MARCH I ' ve been thinking about where I ' d like to go when I get the time I ' ve been thinking about where I ' d like to go when I get a dime Been thinking about a fantasy, realized in dreams Dreaming about the South of March But there is no reality in dreams Been sitting here looking out waiting for the sun to rise Been sitting here waiting for this sunshine in my eyes Been waiting for the final words words that say I ' m free Free to go to the South of March But there is no reality in words. Now I suppose the cold just before the dawn is gone And the swallows have all flown back back where they belong And when everything that ' s out of place is back where it should be Then I suppose I ' ll be in the South of March And I believe there is reality in peace Peace and love live in the South of March Doug Agnew