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THE GREEN FIELD OF TIME
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Rob Taylor |
The green field in which they buried him
Did not shed a tear as they lowered his remains
In the strong pine box that the village smith built
The village smith built; built with strong arms
Arms that could strangle a man and at one time did
But that is as dead as him to be buried.
The green field in which they buried him
Did not feel a pang of remorse as they lowered his remains
In the hole dug by the gardiner; by the gardiner
Who one night in a drunken rage burned a barn
And wiped out a man who needed the barn
But that is as dead as him to be buried.
The green field in which they buried him
Did not know any sorrow as they lowered his remains
In the service conducted by the minister
Who blasphemed a girl and burned her at the stake.
But now tells people to repent against their sins
But that is as dead as the justice that they buried.
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BUT I DID LIKE
HIM
by Dale Burnell 13B |
Dougie's
life
was little
more than living
for the day.
He just stayed home,
eating, sleeping and
stuff like these.
His real pleasure
seemed to be walking and
looking and thinking and things
as them.
For two years Dougie stayed there.
Same things did my buddy Dougie
Every day. All his friends did it
TOO.
Yesterday good old Dougie moved,
Boy! how happy was fat Dougie.
Oh boy, "Great eh Dougie?"
Even though my buddy Dougie was a real pig,
it was . . . . . SAD.
I think I had him for breakfast. BOO, HOO.
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MONKEYDOM
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Rebecca Gold 10F |
Three monkeys sat on a coconut tree
Discussing things as they're said to be
Said one to the others--"Now listen you two,
There's a certain humour that can't be true
That man descended from our noble race--
The very idea is sure a disgrace,
No monkey ever deserted his wife,
Starved her babies and ruined her life;
And you've never known another monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk,
Or pass them on from one to another
Till.they hardly know which one is their mother,
And another thing you will never see--
A monk build a„fence around a coconut tree
And let the coconuts go to waste,
Forbidding all other monks a taste.
Why, if I put a fence around this tree
Starvation would force you to steal from me,
And here's something else a monk won't do
Go out at night and get on a "stew",
Or use a gun or a club or knife
To take some other poor monkey's life
Yes, man descended--the ornary cuss--
But, brother, He didn't descend from us!"
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Isn't
it strange that princes and kings
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings
And ordinary folks like you and me
Are builders of eternity.
To each is given a bag of tools,
An hour glass and a book of rules,
And each must build ere his time is flown.
A stumbling block, or a stepping stone.
by Peter Rea 12D
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