Lorne Park Secondary School - Key Yearbook (Mississauga, Canada Ontario)

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A MOMENT OF THOUGHT PLEASE! I can envisage Hymns of Hate, ringing clearly on this earth. Can you hear the music echoed by parentless babies, at their birth? Do you feel the bullets banging, from relentless guns? Have you tasted of the hunger, that to a multitude has come? Perhaps you've smelled some loneliness, which led to sniffing glue! Of course, the haunting nightmare, might be different to you! If I preached, I could only attract you by a strand of taper thread! I might try defending theology, but to most that would make it dead! So l'lI send my message plainly, Hoping to grasp only a moment of your thought! The answer ll've foundj to the dilemma, mainly, ls the essence of God's plot! Hell on earth will soon be passing! Life lafter accepting .lesusl is everlasting! Jo-Ann Few 2nd Prize, Junior Poetry. VERY SEASONAL October sunshine Gentle flowers Frosted leaves And autumn showers January Ice and cold Sun on snow like flakes of gold April enchantment The eye beholds Abundant beauty And Marigolds. August rainstorms Earth and moon Indian summer Returns too soon. October sunshine Again is high And one more year Has passed you by. Charlie Cook

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TIME'S RERUN Although it was almost three years ago, I have the memory of a woman. It see it as a silent movie rerun. Two children playing games: With no concept of act and consequence. Two children fondling emotions That are better left to adults. Two children that once were in colour, But now I see in black and white. Fate waves its mighty hand, Throwing us together again A second time, a second chance. This second chance makes me think Of the time I was given a third. I try not to accuse you of his faults. I cannot help but wonder, In another three years hence, Will I sit and watch the rerun of Two children, playing blindly, Losing their second chance? Anna Nlalynyci 79523 Here I sit In an institute for education To become successful In a way of life that I despise, Wracking my brains to find the answers knowing nothing of truth or life When l'm through And my head is filled with meaningless information But unable to face myself Because I will have submitted They want to make Something of me, so they moulded Shaped and tore apart All that once was me. Taking me by the hand, they led me to a land Where I wonder who I am I will be nothing Just an empty shell, labelled 2165 23 Unable to recall what it was like When I was young and free If I ever knew at all Who controls my destiny Have I a choice of roads to follow? Nlust I follow the same route as all the rest? Who are on their way to the land of tomorrow Can't I Walk slowly, picking flowers on the way? Talking to the sun, and touching the skyim' And living - really living Today? Nlust I Hurry away from love and my dreams, the sand and the sea? Why can't I take my treasures with me? Why can't I keep my name? Why can't I be what I want to be? Why - Why am I bound in chains? Lesley Oliver lst Prize, Junior Poetry

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NIGHT Night rolls in. The earth is blanketed with darkness. lVlan sleeps, tired from a long day of hustling and bustling, Pushing and shoving, Fighting and competing. But at night he is still. The night belongs to Natureg She makes the world serene, beautiful. Small creatures of the dark slink stealthily about. The silver moon slips silently into the solemn sky. Peace. Then, the heavens burst into a brilliant spectacle, All the stars and planets hidden by day shine with all their wonder and beauty, Twinkling brightly, nothing to impede their show of great glory, Erasing and compensating for all the madness of the day. The sky becomes blacker, but the tiny pinpoints of diamond continue to scintillate. Exploding with a radiance which scorns the very existence of day. Nature thus exhibits her most magnificent of spectacles, Unequalled in splendour or freedom by anything. Oh Dear God, Defer the coming of day Forever. Donna Lilly, Grade ll. Sr. Poetry lst. 'N-. GM.. 'nxt - a -I sink lem: vu Yxw' I wait, J a -' 'll nm an , X' 1 i'7 -'wwu:i ,z'u lf' 'Yi Us in Q 4 A Mm its 1 rx I ., Q xg Q ' V ma: - Q11 t 'UQ js 1: 2 'lt'r RP' Mm iq M' U' bs 4 J- ' 1 demands of the mind shut your eyes close the blinds on visions of war lock your ears throw away the key to painful screams plug your nose stop up columns of belching fumes purse your lips kiss away the foul wetness clench your fists grasp tightly onto a dying race G .nz -W T .4 x sv 'ff ':f:4wvxa '.'.. v.Q 1 ,I fag 'F NME. -if ga nf 1 . 9 'li 4 'c 'F , at 9. an lvl' I' 413' 6 ,ls .Viv .-. ,,. v X, -041 ,,, 0' , -'Y anim 41 'V' l in ' 9 1:1341 gi of 'rf nl I , ,I L 4 41 'tv 1 ,f .1 v of in -1- 'Q