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CAUGHT IN A STORM
A TYPICAL WINTER'S MORNNG
A
I
ODE TO A MONSTER
"Gimme a milkshake and pie," snarled he.
The rest of them grunted, ·· The sa le for me."
Dirty, dripping, and covered in scum,
The monster advanced and began to run;
It wheezed and gasped and shook and roared, It was a sight to be abhorred.
It crossed mountain, valley, river and stream, Devouring all that could be seen;
And those that ed before its might
Were terror-stricken and crazed with fright.
It was black and ugly, and ten feet tall, With shaggy black hair, covering all; Matted with mud and coated with slime,
It looked like something from long-past time.
Its beady, black eyes, its big, strong jaws, Its long, white tooth that hacks and saws: Its terrible claws that rip and tear,
Will murder all that come too near.
And as the bombs began to fall, Except for the monster killing all,
This mighty beast was left to hail
The result of man's evolutionary scale.
-D.M.C., 5A
The ring of the alarm bell, cutting crisply through the frosty morning_air, is the rst signal of a typical winter's morning. With a sigh you turn over on your side and switch on the light, blinking with the sudden dazzlement. The warm smell of bacon and eggs or porridge reaches your nose, giving you an inclination to hurry and dress.
Out of bed you hop, throwing back the blankets. As your bare feet reach the carpet you give a small shudder, and perhaps do a few exercises to warm up. Throwing on your clothes you hasten out to the bathroom to wash before breakfast.
Is it not invigorating to douse yourself with cool water, then follow up by a good hard wash with hot water and soap?
"Breakfast is ready", calls mother from the kitchen door, and with a cry in you rush.
After breakfast you prepare to leave for school. and having lled the c'oal bucket and fetched the paper, o you go.
Perhaps you meet a few of your friends on the way, dressed like you in· a parka, scarf, mittens. and school cap. The fro t can still penetrate through all this, and the icy whiteness of ground seems to be able to reach up and grasp your ears, ngers, and toes.
Breathing out small white pu s of steam, you cycle on. Small children run helter skelter through icy puddles, and people set o in preparation for yet another busy day. The grocer, rubbing his red hands, lifts out the garden produce and bangs it down outside his shop.
The large group of people by the "bus stop" huddle in close to one another for extra warmth, and the large white cloud of vapour from their breathing looks quite amusing. .
On you and your friends cycle, talking now and then, until quite suddenly, the old School stands crisply in the morning air. Soon there is quite a large group, all merry schoolboys, cold and frosty, arriving at School.
In you cycle, and hearing the warning bell, run o inside to the warm interior of the School. Gradually you thaw out, after yet another typical winter's morning.
-R.D., 4B2
Twenty- ve
At the tables they contrived their schemes,
While the juke-box played its saccharine themes.
They donned their helmets and went into the night, And mounted their bikes under the light
Of the ghostly sodium lamps that threw Menacing shadows, unpleasant to view.
A xed to their jackets were crosses of iron,
The symbols of the haters of Zion.
For now they embraced the Nazi creed:
What would prompt them to follow this lead?
They made their way to the core of town, Past a policeman, who stood with a frown. This disreputable bunch were known of old. "Keep an eye on them," he'd been told.
Outside the station a halt was made.
Of any " fuzzy" they were not afraid.
And one of them drew from out of a bag A replica of the Nazi Hag.
This emblem they started to display: They must be noticed, come what may. The Hag was spread against the wall, And Hanked by two, surly and tall.
This sublime tableau appeared next day
In newspapers near and far away.
The public were wont to see and wonder; At school or home, where was the blunder?
To stem this desire for notoriety,
Need they a prayer, prison or phychiatry?
-K.R.R., VA
On the 7th of June the boys of 3Bl left on a eld trip around the coastal regions of Southland. We planned to return on the 13th, our trip having taken us around all the coastal villages and most of the beaches. Six days in all.
On the second day of our trip we hiked round Blue­ cli s beach and through the bush to the blowholes. We arrived at 11 a.m. and our teacher explained the strange rock formation and the marine life of this part of the world. We were dismissed and began to prepare a meal of mussels and cray sh which some of the boys had been fortunate enough to catch.
It was then that one of the boys observed a menacing cluster of black clouds approaching us from a southerly direction. The spray began to sting our nostrils and the sea became quite choppy. We couldn't go back because the sea blocked our only exit. The wind whipped about us and the sea gathered its forces and lashed out at us with large foam-crested waves. We retreated as far as possible and covered ourselves as well as possible. Then the heavens shook as a bolt of lightning hurled itself into the sea. The vapour from the collision of re and water slowly lifted itself and formed a mist which was broken and thrown to the wind which was now a raging torrent of spray and foam. cloud broke and set o a· chain reaction among its counterpieces. Lightning thatched the sky and heralded the incessant roar of the thunder. Everything was blurred and my senses became numb. Slowly everything faded and turned into a sullen black.
-L. J. McK., 3Bl