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GOOD TIMES LITERARY CONTEST THE TRUTH Senior First
Senior Second
marriage increases births decrease birth control
the LSD trip
take marijuana be hip hippys' drugs
touch and go relations causing great sensations morality
"the insane have no brain" the ignorant
labatts and carlings seem like darling to teenagers
the bomb explodes why: no one knows the survivors
the swinging 60's soon the 70's
only the survivors will see the 80's
Dave Holroyd, 12-E Don Lloyd, 12-E
In the Great and Mighty city, Where individualism is lost,
The multitude su.rges on and on, In set patterns of time and place.
Then one day a young man appears, And calmly sits down on the road,
In his flowered coat and burns incense, While the multitude wonders why.
Beside him he places a sign:
I AM AN INDIVIDUALIST!
He l'!its alone but, soon, others join him, In flowered coats and burn incense .
They put up their signs declaring:
I AM AN INDIVIDUALIST!
The small group grows and grows, on and on, Until there is but one lonely man,
Walking the streets of the city.
Amazed he stops and stares at them, In unison they rise and say:
I AM AN INDIVIDUALIST!
Softly the man begins to laugh.
WHA T'S
SURE?
We trod carefree, along the familiar dock, massed with old net, fish gut, and idle fishermen,
Till we found Joe, that ol' buffoon, leaning back in a sagging bag-of-a-chair, with custed spittoon at foot.
We sat round, and he began....... "There was this fly"
We all smirked, but his usual sparkling humour had been altered to a form of doom ..... we cooled it.
"This poor fly had been proud....like all insects he didn't have a chance
We don't think much 'bout God's small critters, the insects
........they got a right to live."
......we sighed, we meditated....Joe continued, ... ...
"Anyways this fly was doin a cake dance fer his woman,
He was a hoppin' and jerkin' his hairy al' legs and his rear
was a goin' this way and that" (we pictured a joyful scene) "Then SW A T!" .... ........ our hearts fell. .... ...now we realized .. . One of us started blubbering.....we all felt sorry......
Joe slowly cast a saddened eye towards heaven
And cast the other by way of the spittoon...he spit...missed ...we watched it slime its way down his foot.
But, somehow, it was appropriate for this grave moment Suddenly a fly alighted on Joe's knee, like a godsend,.as if
to strike a new covenant between man and insect!
Joe lifted his roughened hands as if to confer blessing
"SW A T!"
Frank Cutler 12-F
Someone, Somewhere, Always felt its
W armth.
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Nancy Mason 12D
"CANADA"
Junior First
Silently,
On wings of silver seas and Ivory waves,
Flew a
Dove.
To the Eagle
It showed beauty
But stood like a grain of sand Against new horizons.
Over fields of flowing grain
And bleeding grapes
It flew.
Through forests of blackened stumps
And lush valleys yellowing with age and sun. With each stroke
A soft blade of dawn fell, Often to be caught up in the Sifting of wind,
Yet
On it went;
Breasting storms
And shaking off the rains
Of morning dew,
Stopping only to drink of its Milk and Honey.
It grew
And the silver wings became Clouds
Over gilded prairies
And racing rivers.
The Dove is Canada. The Wind is Time.
Michele Leisk 9I