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BEST PHOTOGRAPH

Taken at Daydream Island, May, 1968. Camera : Nikonis. Condition :
Sunny morning. Film : Kodak Pan.

HE TURNED TOO LATE
The carbon-crusted earth beneath the tall wood
Shows tiny rabbit-ears to green forcing
Through the burnt and broken stubble.
They are growing to conceal the blackened bases of green-topped trees
Old life giving them their power to cover again the nakedness of the earth.
Nature rejuvenates.
Steel horses on endless belts drag ball and chain
To push and pull and tear the life from
Even the tallest tree, roots and all; and all.
The green shoots receive no sun through the cement decking
Which covers the raped loam; no life.
Man destroys.
Have we lost our senses not to see
The multi-coloured, many-shaped beauty
That lies in all that grows; to seek instead
Impressions of beauty from artists is base.
Look about and feel; leave the glossy print;
Sanctify that around you which is yours, there to give pleasure.
He had no time to look from side to side,
“The New Endeavour” —Paul Curtis, 8D
He turns too late; it all has died.
CHRIS HUBBERT, 12A.

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