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When the last of the leaves floats lazily to the ground and the harvest
is completed, the sky becomes grey and the few drops of rain soon turn into a
storm. The bare, brown trees turn black as the dark clouds hide the bright,
yellow sun. After some time snowflakes begin to fall, all goes to sleep, to
wait once more, for spring.
NATALIE DANILOFF, 10A1.
VOODOO
The drums are beating.
Can you hear them ? Can you hear them ?
Voodoo gods will soon be meeting —
You will hear them too.
They swing their arms and stamp their feet —
Listen to that deep drum beat:
You can hear it too.
Bright colours ! Blue, red and green,
Soft voices then a piercing scream;
You must have heard it too.
A puff of smoke, a blinding streak.
All has stopped and God will speak;
You have heard him too.
SHERIDAN OLIVER, 8H.
Nardoo Station. Cunnamulla —Joyce Weston, 8H
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