Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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brittle stars, snapped from the frozen sky, shatter a glaze of ice-sequins over wet black streets HEATHER PATTERSON , NN g X kQx5:gQ V X .4 x helicopter 77, l quarters the air l , If slicing through X bickerings of birds l fl X hesitantpiano l li l drifting conversation X X Zf HEATHER PATTERSON 7 It - i bn beef fi QQ THE SHORT ROAD Each strike will count, You have but three To find e're blackening destiny Hot air will rise and crystalize And fall, Until we pass to fields of grass Of Paul. S. J. LAUGHLIN, Form Page dl hjym-I GYPSY Sparkling eyes, Flashing teeth, Jingling bells And dancing feet. A swirling skirt, Hands thattell, Then you lurk Beneath her spell. Music fills The starlit night, On she dances Full rnoon bright. Whirling, twirling, Without stopping Almost to the point Of dropping. All at once Nota sound, Darkness only All around. ELAINE SURTUS, Form 36

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Warning of the Rain How evenly fine and misty the water spread Under the maddening pace of a rubber tread As the car launched forward in the rain And the laden wind swept it again and again. So young and yet, already slaves of time, Were they four as they followed closely behind Laughing and ioking in carefree conversation Of things that appeal to a young generation. But the rain danced the song of death While the speedometer choked a red depth And fate seemed to perk an ear Watching carefully fear and death draw near. Still the rain sang in perfect chorus Which echoed danger, then suddenly become lost As a burst of laughter enlightened them all They were free and oblivious to a fall. But the rain had seen the way ahead Had tried to warn of the untimely dead For a sudden brake sent them skidding Life and death were doing their bidding. What flashed through their minds in that time When it seems that life must be left behind What memory, what fear did they see When eternity came to claim their deed. They were so young to be slaves of time' But fate was gentle, it was kind For they lived another chance, another day To think, to ioke of Fate's strange way. V JOHN M. : ' ,X ixlixi X X -.5W?Q l -M, , , -4 - X vf T fl ESTERS Rain, Rain Why is it that I love the rain? It sounds of loneliness. Loneliness has no sound you say? l hear it everywhere. 26,9 1659 l Q...J Gil? Hollow laughter of women, sitting round a table, playing cards, Sounds of parties, The roar ofthe departing bus, The steady beat of drumsticks, The sighs that spring from the hearts of old people, The torrents of anguish - cries of desperation, Sound ofa child crying in the night, Songs of bygone love, The sound of the universe . . . Echoes painfully in me to-night. Page 42 FOHT1 l T