Page No: 3 Christmas Issue 2015
Poetry
On I Go
I see the scarlet sky and sigh, How did this happen, and why? I hate being lonely this time of year But tomorrow the end of this is nigh, And on my horse, on I go. The woods are white yet deep and dark. As we go, trees bend in an arc And whisper to each other as I walk. I see my footsteps leave a long trail, But on my horse, on I go. Far away beyond me I see People perfect their Christmas tree, Presents being stuffed into stockings. Thoughts of their cheer don’t stop pestering me But on my horse, on I go.
Eventually, I reach my home The heavy door gives a groan. I start a fire and watch the flame burn It is burning away all my sorrow And even with my loneliness, on I go.
Emilio Nunzi and Alex Pickworth, 7C
Winter
Until summer we wait, We wait until Hades opens his gate.
Oh Persephone , where art thou, Because of you it’s winter now.
So Queen of the Underworld where art thou Because of you it’s winter now.
Summer’s gone and with it all its fun The dark old winter has just begun.
Demeter’s angry and I am too, Because thanks to to you we are subject to winter’s gloom.
Life seems grim. It is a bad time up here And it doesn’t seem the time you come back is near.
So thanks to you we have to endure the rain When you’re not here life is such a pain.
Ekow Amoah, 7B
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