Port Perry High School - Hilltop Yearbook (Port Perry, Ontario Canada)

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:::POEMS::: JUNGLE B5OPLE Like the pecple of a town, some live up and some live down. All the rhino's and the apes live wav up. upon the hills, And to cure their aches and pains, these animals take a box of pills. Baboons are the little folk, always doing foolish things, They chatter in the little crags while the mother lion sings. The spotted, lengthy-necked giraffes roam on the huge wide open plains. They are sure to wear bandanas when- ever the clouds send forth some rain. The monkeys climb so very n ibly to the top of the tangled leafy trees. The natives live in beehive huts like all our buzzing domestic bees. Here comes the slimy crocodiles that waddle to the muddy river. I advise you now to run away if you want to save your liver. Donna Samells Grade QA MOTHER To one who bears the sweetest name, And adds a lustre to the same, Who shares my joys, who cheers when sad, The greatest friend I ever had. Long life to her for there's no other, Could take the place of my dear mother. Glenn Somerville 9A

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Ordeal by Nancy Kight We waited on and on listening to the clock's muffled tick. The quiet of the room seemed so incongruous to the tumult that each person felt. The sun unconcernedly crept across the white marble floor making a pattern from the window shades and some- where beyond a nurse's quiet tread could be heard. Great noises from a distant seemed to muffle as they reached this little room that was to us the whole world. Terror struck me again and inside me something fell. Somewhere beyond that white door my mother lay dying. I could imagine the quiet little doctor walking out and in his quiet and sorrowful voice saying that my mother was dead. I wondered idly how the others must feel. It was my fault but it was over now. Why must they stare with reproach in their eyes? My brother was sitting with the nerves in his chin so taut that you could almost feel the tension. WDoes he hate me?N I wondered. And my father stood there tragedy looking out from his dry eyes. HDoes he wonder why God ever let me live without hurt?W my thoughts said. He couldn't see that my heart wasn't there anymore. No, my father wouldn't hate me. He'd hate himself for letting such a fool as I take my mother anywhere. He'd probably not forgive himself or me for the rest of his life. Then I looked at the man from the other car and wondered what he was thinking. His nonchalance was brutal as he sat flipp- ing pages of a magazine. He was probably wondering if he could get a new car out of it. WGood Lord he could have ten cars if only mother livedw ran my chaotic thoughts. Somewhere the distant sound of a factory whistle sounded, I wondered what difference it made if anything ever happened again. Still no sound broke the bitter and desolate quiet. Then sudddenly my eye caught a browned motto on the wall. I gazed for a few minutes then something inside me seemed to lift, Hope filled my heart. I looked up and my father's eyes met mine and I knew he too had seen it, My brother smiled a little and I knew there was forgiveness there too. Then the door opened. Every breath in that room was held as the doctor who stood on the threshold said, WYour mother lives,W Just before we went so jubilantly from the room that had been the whole world to we three, I turned again to the motto that hai ont- seemed shabby. It was glowing now. It read WForgive us our trespasses.W