The County Grammar School Magazine 1970

W . 0 . 1970The neon flashedpeople rushed pushed crushedeverywhere the air filledspilled milled with flish flash splashing lightcars fill the morningtalking happy thinking sweetly paper-hearted peoplewatch television - where some soldier died today .The fog droppedthe soldier sank in the rainhis face in the mudthe silent-speaking seeping - softly bloodtakes himfrom the dark long timehis mind a messa bullet in his brain .The fog drifted downtownpeople rushed pushed crushedlaughed in the theatresjoked in the pubslaughter exploded in the darking nightwhere Johnson smiled on the silver screenand the soldier's sodden body rotted in the swamp .God, can't they cry?S . Webster, U .VI .H .COLD WEATHEROutside it's snowing .The wind screams past the windowsAnd howls through the telephone wires,Whipping up the snow in enormous drifts!Flakes of snow continuously fall from above,Drift down and are immediately flungAt everything that stands in the way of the wind .But in my snug, warm bed I feelThat nothing can touch me inside my castle of comfort,And the howling of the wind - only makes me feel warmer ;.