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LOVE
THIRD - SENIOR PROSE
The lonely figure stood huddled in an old grey coat as the cold wind whipped around her shivering body, An owl hooted close by and she cringed against the crurnbllng old stone wall, waiting. The sky was dark, and black coulds scuttled hurriedly back and forth. The bleak, bare trees writhed as if to reflect the girl's own agony. Minutes passed, minutes that seemed llke hours, as the roaring of the river fllled her ears. Animals' screams froze the girl in terror, but still she waited,
Suddenly the night was fllled with music and the trees swayed gently to its soft refrain. The sky was fllled with a rnllllon twinkllng stars and the stream gurgled rnerrlly over smooth, white, round stones, The animals filled with wonder whispered softly as the girl slowly raised her head, the shining moon making a shimmering sliver frame for her joyful face as her eyes beheld her Ufe walking toward her and the two words she uttered were so fllled with love that the whole world echoed, "You carne,"
Sandra Lambe
OUR CANADA
FOURTH - SENIOR PROSE
This year, 1967, we Canadians are in the process of celebrating our one hundredth year of nationhood, Indeed, we have much to look forward to, but we should stop and look back at the past.
Our 1967 Canada is really something to be proud of. It is the dream of a century • • • a century of hopes and disappointments ••• a century of hardships and happiness. We have accomplished much in that short time. From that day in 1867, to the Riel Rebellion, the driving of the last iron spike into our Great Rallway from Sea to Sea, through two World Wars, untll, now, we have had quite a century,
How the Fathers of Confederation, on that historic moment a hundred years ago, would have leaped for joy if they could have had a glimpse into the future of the wheels they had been responsible for setting into motion. How their hearts would have pounded with enthusiasm if they had but seen the wonderful union they had created. Maybe they DID have an idea of the future, or maybe it was Faith, a Faith so strong, burning so brilllantly, that it was at least partly responsible for guiding us through all those troubled moments of our adolescence.
We, in this great Country, have truly been blessed, We have been spared the hardships of persecution and civil war and famine. We were gifted to settle our disputes by reason and not emotion. Perhaps, most important, we have been blessed with Freedom, Freedom to think and act as we please in all that which does not jeopardise the welfare of our neighbour. Indeed, we have kept our own identity in spite of the influence of our giant neighbour to the south and secured our independence from our Mother in a way most fitting to a peace-loving country.
Yes, we have much to be thankful for, as so many parts of our world are much less fortunate than us, We have much to be proud of in the international view also, as Canada is a country respected, not out of fear, but admiration of those quallties making a nation truly great -- a sense of fair play and honesty toward those who are not privlleged to be a Canadian.
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James Bignell