Wymondham College Magazine 1972 (Amalgam)

UNEMPLOYEDI sit alone, I watch the rain,It rushes down the window-pane ;I wonder when I'll work again,I wonder who I am.I watch my children, see them grow,And wonder how they're meant to knowWhy daddy has no money to show,The way he really is . .I lift my head, what do I seeBut pain, and . strife, and misery?Is tyre way that life should be?I ask; but no-one hears .I did my part, I tried my best,My heart cries out beneath my breast,It cries with torment, gives no rest-I wonder who I am .It's too late now, I'm on my own, -I've been evicted from my home,Now I can't hear my children groan .I wonder who I' am .Oh how it rains! And now I seeI've lost my whole identity .My wife? Ha! She's deserted me.I wonder where she's gone .I sit alone . I watch the rain,k rushes down the window-pane,I wonder if I'll work again,I wonder who I am.Faye Woods (Year 4)'GOD SPELLToday I needed God ;Ant I knew I wouldn't find himBy losing myself amongst everyone elseAnd chanting out their meaningless wordsThat they' pretend m believe inFor tradition's sake .l4 God doesn't wait around, all weekFor Sundays, morning and afternoon services,Where people stew in the' monotony .My God is love and happiness,And he doesn't trade them for my soul .He's no white mephisto. .He's a few words,A smile,A feelingOf warmth .A YEAR-In the spring of our loveYoung bodies tasted sweet-scented air .MW stream flowed, full of life,Onwards, cool, Satisfying, unawareOf everything but the beauty of creation .In the summer of our loveThe sun scorched open soulsOf fear, leaving a warmth :Enveloping our beings -time, no worries, nothing,not everythingIn the autumn of our loveThe flowers lay ; forlorn, decayedAs our desires, no longer displayThe freshness we once knew .The naked trees implore the skyAs our love dies .In` the winter of our loveThe moon watched cold asVe drifted apart, and theClouds bid the sun from us .Too late to turn back, cold heart,Mourning,If I outgrow my, trousers,Maybe rH outgrowM psychic dependence on them .S. Goymer (Yr. 6)