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Life is like a ﬁne gold chain ‘ A precious gift of’the earth

On a tree

Some are short and fragile Some are long and sturdy

There are some You can hang unto

There are others Easily broken

Raw 8: crude in origin

But if treated with care by a master craftsman ~ it is turned into a thing ,

of beauty

Just as that fine gold chain is delicate —— simple

so is life. But there

Which, together Form a trunk

Nov. 78 I

are other chains

complicated ones

full of life’s tangles

Some which are never released but tortured forever.

As that gold chain

encircles my throat

life encircles me

Tightening by unseen hands Cutting ‘off my last breath ,

' of life.

DEBBIE BRINE

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ODE TO MY FRIEND

Hi Pal You no longer depend on me. My food, shelter, and love for you, no more! And the companionship I received from you, Well, . . . there can be no encore.

I watched you grow up As you did me.

But you grew the quicker Because of your society.

We’d go .fishing, exploring and played hide-n-seek

l was always the master, but you, never weak

You were conditioned; some vocabulary you knew. , You could never speak it, but I could understand you.

They say my world must go on, onward bound!

But the love I have had for you, will never be f0und. Just 16 years old, then my world you did part.

And all you were, was my dog, my rex, my heart.

As it has been confirmed by most men You truly are man’s best friend!

Good-bye . . . Pal

FOR SPECIAL FRIENDS

, Each'branch is a friendship

- Then, there are the few

MARGARET COMEAU

Here it is, the dawn of a new day _I can hear the wind

-as it blows throurzh the trees. lt_ has a mournful sound It’s lonely out there

all on its own 1 looking for someone _

to listen to it

to want it

to need it

to love it

I am like the wind

on the dawn of this new day

DEBBIE BRINE 6:00 a.m.

TODO Y NADA ‘

I walked in a trance of cold crispnessysuhand. noise, When it jumped into my eye — “‘1 A dead cat, stretched out stiff and..,froieﬁ.. My heart stumbled, r I . But my feet ‘passed by before it could'fzﬂi?

I recall;

._A walk home. . l

I passed her by in silence, Afraid to say hello, V A — ~_ For fear it was someone I didn’t

Death is a mirror, - That reflects the hole in us.

The whole in us, Is life unchained. -‘

When may we love, . If not- in the all and nothing of right,nqw3

GERRY LASKEY 18 November 1978;

Here it is, the da'wﬁrof a"'new day I can hear the wind T? l

as it blows through The trees

It has a mournful. sound

How peaceful it is‘now- The air is crisp and fresh The wind moansthrough the trees Birds are just waking: up now

~ I‘ hear their first awakening songs The crickets sing too! but they soon will be silent For they talk through the night Soon they will be silent As I will be ‘

DEBBIE BRINE 6:30 a.m.