=‘1‘HE CADRE, Nov. 5.....pase 11

SNOW

You want snow' well I've got lots of it up here, in my mind. It isn't the snow that covers the ground, or catches on the limbs of trees. for the moon to shine on. It isn't the snowh

ound roots ouses, zgztmzkes gou warm with its coldness. My snow keeps you from doing things you want to do, and keeps you from seeing things you want to see. So I must stay. safe within myself, making presents of my thoughts, wrapping them up with pages of poetry to give to anyone who wants them.

Stretch

CHCRDS Te is the tie that binds my Chords from the sky Strength Chords in the city Fe gives me 1 v Chords for a laugh ‘ 0 e Chords full of pity and res t V pec

Feed us-

Je are the involved

ife lie at your affluent feet

He gives me his dreams. I giVe him myself

Ii thout reservation .

Help us- tfe are the disillusioned

Whose eyes you cannot meet 3y W°r1d 15 in her eyes

Her smile reflects my thoughts She changes my past

Colours my present And fonms my future

There is no time

without her

Only a void

That is me -

an empty space.

Cr Spurn us- :fe are the unwanted Turn your head as We weep

Chords coming off Chords coming on Chords that are here Chords that are gone.

Bruce Ogilvie Neville Bawes

A wood nymph gathers yarrow clusters ‘ of pink and white,

Each blossom a dimpled smile,

Yet her bouquet is not complete

-For onward she slips

And seeks the aconite of blue.

Softly now must she glide,

For she nears the land of the mannikin In her pilgrimage for the blue butteroup.

Tbny Scullion