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In A Grove
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A Journal of Poetry and Art
Lakefield College School
Featuring the winners of LCS Writes!
Sponsored by The Grove Society
In a Grove 2007
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Grades 11/121st Karine Gauthier, “Petals of a Fantasy”2nd Becki Worsfold, “Save Our Souls”3rd Nick Pullen, “Sonnet 1.0”
Grades 9/101st Jane Hickey, “Dawn and Dusk”2nd Bea Chan, “All Are Named”3rd Dex Campbell, “The Man Behind the Wheel”
Grades 7/81st Meggy Chan, “Cedar Cathedral”2nd Paige Mackey, “The Break of Dawn”3rd Natalie Jennings, “What Do I See?
Grades 11/121st Nick Pullen, “My Little Qur'an”2nd Patricia Gabilondo, “Air, Field and Water”3rd Ga Ram Jung, “A midwinter night's dream”
Grades 9/101st Beatrice Chan, “A Nativity Scene”2nd Kimble Mooney, “The Final Run”
Grades 7/81st Paige Mackey, “Marbles”
Prose selections not published due to space restrictions.Please see page 36 for artists’ names.
Poetry Section
Prose Section
LCS Writes! Winners
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By Karine Gauthier
By the setting sunLives the dream we all keep in our heartsHave you wondered just how far you can goReaching out for meHold out your hand and tryReach for the stars shining so bright
A secret hope hidden awayBetween pages of a bookInvisible dream so long ago I dreamtAfraid maybe it could be a realityLet loose in my life it could take partAccepted
Petals of a rose newly pickedGiven between loversCalm before the storm hitsThe rose eventually blooms Before fading away in darknessHolding nothing but the memory of its scent
Conflicting thoughts of love and fearNever calm as I waitWaiting for you to show me what I needAfraid to askMaybe I was rightThe world isn't such as I thought
Death and misery surround all our daysWhere is the point to continueBut in that rose, so long ago forgottenLay the hope of a thousand dreamersWith hopes pressed between pages of a bookTo be shared on another rainy day
1st place, Grades 11/12 poetry
Petals of a Fantasy
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By Becki Worsfold
We try to find the answersBecause much is left unknown,Some of us start thinkingThat we forged this heart of stone.
Despair on tear-stained facesAnd all they ask is whyTheir loved ones are gone,He wanted them to die.
We know not where it comes from, That distortion in one's mind,That births a deadly hunterWhose prey he seeks to find.
When he loaded his new gunAnd walked straight down the hall,Was there hesitation?Did he think at all?
Save our Souls
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He ignored the cries and screamsAnd silenced them so fast,When that silence shrouded himHis own life was the last.
These victims could not hideFrom their killer's brutal hate,And sorrow cripples usWhen we think about their fate.
We could be future huntersOr prey without controlsIf nothing changes here,If no one saves our souls.
A tribute to the Virginia Tech Collegeshooting, in which 33 people were killed.
2nd place, Grades 11/12 poetry
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By Nick Pullen
When boulders melt into the shining sea,Their fall was not for lack of flailing fight,But as time's marches grow longer, we seeHis powers grow, multiply, and take flight.No strength is without limits, without bounds,As mother earth herself can testify;Without rebirth, to reseed ravaged groundsAll would be dust, shadows, and endless sky.Why then, as the cruel pressures of my worldDo mount and rise up like the grasping tide,As the fickle whims of fellow men swirl Around me, do I not sleep, retreat inside?
Because the strains that so beset me with their cryKeep me lucid, and persuade me not to die.
3rd place, Grades 11/12 poetry
Sonnet 1.0
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By Jane Hickey
As the sun set, the moon appearedThe sound of owls in a distant treeAll is stillThe sound of light trafficThe rustling windThe aching sound of the wind flying through the treesChildren sound asleep in their bedsAll is stillThe sound of dogs snoring at the foot of the bedThe city lights disappearing for the nightThe soft music from car radiosAll is stillNow dusk turns to dawn
1st place, Grades 9/10 poetry
Dawn and Dusk
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(A Wind in the Door)By Beatrice Chan
Downtown EastsideA wind in the door blowing cold.I am forty-nine women, twenty-six women, one woman.(Sereena, Mona, Andrea, Georgine, Brenda and Marnie).Missing for six yearsAnd no one who had the power to look for meEven tried.
Whore, druggie, alcoholic, abused, poor, object.I was un-named, murdered, dismembered, desecrated.(Sereena, Mona, Andrea, Georgina, Brenda and Marnie). ButI was loved, alive, remembered, sacred as Daughter, sister, friend, neighbour, lover, woman.
Sereena, Mona, Andrea, Georgina, Brenda and Marnie,Six of many.All are human.All are named.
Name me, name me, name me,And there will be no wind in the door.
2nd place, Grades 9/10 poetry
All Are Named
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By Dex Campbell
I knew a manwho drove with both feettied to the gas pedalso that he could never slow down
He couldn't stop to enjoy Eating at his favourite restaurantOr play his favourite sport
Instead of ambition driving himhe drove his ambitionHe assumed it was the only way he would get anywhere
He played no musicHe ate no cakeHe talked to no friends
He just kept going and goingtwo feet on the gasnever looking backalthough he found no joyin driving
3rd place, Grades 9/10 poetry
The Man Behind the Wheel
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By Meggy Chan
Still.Under the vaulted blue domeSunlight filters through the verdant stained glass leaves.Dark robed trees preside over lichen dressed altars Waving censers of sweetly scented cedar.The choir of hidden birds chants joy.I drink deeply of the cup of lifeAnd taste its sweet morsels.
1st place, Grades 7/8 poetry
Cedar Cathedral
By Paige Mackey
Every morning at the break of dawnA silence covers the earthOne that is calm, soft, and beautifulAt that moment, there are no troubles
As the sun starts to rise, you thinkNot knowing how the day will be Just sitting aloneLetting life pass by
But in another moment, it will begin againNot as it was earlier that dayBut if only the world could be as calmAs it was at the break of dawn.
2nd place, Grades 7/8 poetry
The Break of Dawn
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By Natalie Jennings
What do I see?The beautiful Bahama landPink beaches lined with sand.What do I see?The white caps rolling into the beachKnocking tanners off their feet.What do I see?The brown horses downtownIt's too hot so they frown.But they gallop along, doing their roundsWhat do I see?The colourful sunset of pink, orange, and red.It's getting late now and enough has been said.What do I see?What I see is total darknessAnd soon I will be fast asleepAnd dream wonderful dreams.
3rd place, Grades 7/8 poetry
What Do I See?
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By Jordan Detmers
The howl of the mountain gale frightens my frozen earsI try to gather myself up, and dry my tearsFor 20 days I have called this place homeMost of my time now spent in a canvas domeI gaze out into the winter's mightThe power of the snow fills me with frightI am not prepared for this, But I'm not ready to die tonight
The journey begins, with the darkness all around meI forge ahead, each step draining my bodyUp through the plateau, across the shelf of iceSlowly moving through it all, my body in a viceThere! The crevasse, cross it nowTime is running out, I feel like lying down…
Up the face of this glacial beastUnknown to me what lies aboveAt home for me awaits a hero's feastThe land which I am a son of
Mountain
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My body is burning, my mind is slowingI'm almost at the top, but fatigue is showingGlory awaits me at the summitGetting there will take all my cunning
I gaze up at the mountain's mightThe power within me fills me with fightI have trained all my life for thisAnd I am ready to go home tonight
I reach the top, I am finally homeI once was trapped, but now am freeI raise my face towards the heavensI see someone looking down at meMy journey has ended now, I am ready to goMy body gives out, and I collapse in the snow
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By Shvawn Christensen
It was a glorious night when my eyes first fell upon theeA majestic moment which stopped the clocks and time stood stillNot a sliver of doubt; I leapt into love, it was meant to beA ring to bond us together forever, I ask thee if thy will.
My love for you is like the infinite bond of the sun and moonFrom Atlantic to Pacific, not land nor water can divide our loveWe are one like the great birds of love and their harmonic tuneWe are entwined in relation like hand and glove
Be it such a loss if thy should disappear The sun forevermore would faileth to light my skyExistence would be not, simply a world of fear A pilgrimage to heaven on feathered wings thou would fly
Through each and every stage of life our love will succumb Even then, even now, in all days to come
Shakespearian Sonnet
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By Adrienne Miller
It's fantastic on the outsideBut the lies are getting to meOn the outside…Try to smileBut can't forgetYou knew it all alongIt's okay, it's just fineYou can cheat on meYou can break meAnd steal all I haveYou're under my skinI try to make the hate go awayThough my faith is wearing downMake your excusesGo confess your sinsSome people forgiveBut others are not so easyDon't deny your mistakesYou could be the cause of painAnd years later, no one will forgive you thatYou're under my skinI wonder when you'll realizeThat it's not about youIt's about us.
Government vs. Self
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By Kim Vincent
I promise, that as each day goes by,One less tear will drop from your eyes.Because eventually you'll realise,Even though that person very close to you,Isn't around anymore,They still make up a large part,Of that love you feel deep down in your heart.
That love that you shared,Will never be deterred,As you express it through the falling of each tear.And if it feels empty because they're not around,Just know that they're watching from above,Looking down at you on the ground.
There is never a day that passes us by,Where our loved ones do not check in on us,From time to time.No matter what people say,Every minute, of every day,They are there for us to talk to and share,Any emotion, or anything and everything we careto divulge and bare.They'll listen to you,No matter what you do.And although at times it may feel like they're gone,They're really just above us,All day long.
To a Friend
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By Courtney Cooper
When I wake up I can't believe my eyes, Out my window is a curtain of white. I feel wholly blind and to my surpriseThe road, the yard, the car are out of sight.
I listen eagerly to the TV.Announce school is cancelled today, I pray.Outside my canvas is awaiting me.Yes! They declare today is a Snow Day!
Yesterday the sky was bare, the streets clearNow snowballs fly, children cheer, play and runThis storm has made my stresses disappearAnd brought back youthful memories of fun.
Unexpectedly winter has arrived, And swiftly my sprits have been revived.
Sonnet 1: I Can’t Believe My Eyes
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By Alison Cameron
The wind turns the pages,One by one.They each tell a story, Of a life now done.
"Once upon a time,In a land far away…"All with happy endingsNone end in dismay.
Life is a story,Not a comedy,Not a play.Each life must adapt to the setting in which it's laid.
We are guidedBy a superiority unknown,Like the words of an authorAs the rules we are to follow.
I put down my pen, Another tale has been told.
The wind flips my pages,One by one,They each tell a story, Of a life now done.
The Writing of Life
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By Stephanie Worsfold
How long can we put it off?How long until the end?How long until the world is gone?How long until there aren't any hands to lend?
How long until our world is wasted?Not long they say, not long at all,Be concerned for the children,For you won't be around to witness the fall.
How long until our world is dead?Not long they say not far from nowWe will soon see the damage we have causedAnd then you will be asking yourself 'How?'
How long did we put it off?How long had our visions been twirled?How could our eyes not have realized?How long did we ignore the cries of our painfully wasting world?
Our Wasting World
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By April Corner
When I walk down the streetI don't feel safe anymorePeople all around meChanging more and more
It seems like yesterdayThe world was freeBut the earth is now dyingBut people won't see
It is all our faultBut we won't believe itWe need to be wiserWe need to see it
People selling drugsAnd becoming addictedThe world is falling apartEveryone is being affected
No one cares anymoreIt is all a jokePeople need to realizeThat the world dies from the smoke
No Time
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Celebrities are no role modelsThey are badly behavedPeople try and act like themBut they need to be saved
We all need the worldSo let's start to protect itEveryone needs to stop this madnessAnd be more calm and collected
Before we know itIt will be too lateSo let's waste no timeAnd hurry up for goodness sake
Tomorrow is a new dayLet's start if off rightLet's do it together And use all our might
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By Earl Sheppard
Like a bright sun she glistens in the light,I thought she could light the sky with a smile,It turns out all she could bring was rain cloudsShe doesn't care, but I'm sitting here soakedHer face is beautiful like a bright star, So beautiful from her head to her toes,She is like a mannequin from a store,So nice from outside, but nothing insideI'd do anything to make her happy,She would do anything to make me mad,When her sun shone on me I felt happy, Now her sun has set, and it's time to move on,I found a flower in a field of weeds,It turns out she was just a weed indeed.
When the Sun Goes Down
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By Andrew Dupuis
RunRun like the bullets chasing after youHe will kill youRunFaster, fasterIgnore the sweat down your frantic faceIgnore the pain, the pain of runningIgnore the bloodThe blood dripping from your faceIgnore the BANG of guns chasing after youRunWhy Why did you sign upWas it worth itWhyDon't give up Don't let upDon't slow upLife will get betterThings will improveI will be waitingWaiting for youBut your time is not yet doneRunFly free like meSet free your country
Suffering, Regretfullness, and Pride
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By Christian Seale
A school somewhere far awayKids learn and play, happy and smartSome abandoned, some lost from their familiesThese kids learn, play and are happy
These kids are unaware of the dangers that lie within themLurking around and getting strongerTheir small bodies try to fight it but cannot hold upUntil one day they disappear
Once they disappear, no one will ever know that they have goneAs the evil inside of them gets stronger and there is no cureSome do not know they have it and are scaredEvery weekend in the cities, there are funerals
But in the small townsPeople walk for hours, days, just to see a doctorSome do not get to goAnd there are no big funerals there
Invisible Evil
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Now darkness surrounds the villagesAs night mourns over the land, many will die and disappearA village is lost, it was far away, and no one knowsThe evil is strong and has wiped out many
There are hospitals around, but are filling up.Some who are in need get put on the list.Others don't know what to do.And when they can go it is too late.
Now it has come and will not go.The evil lies within and flows through.Seizing lives from life, and destroying families.As doctors try to stop it, it will always flow forever.
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By Nikki Gosselin
Platinum thunder streaks the sky with a silvery purple light,Rain pummels through the cover of a silent night,Darting about, the water breaks on my skin,For feeling alive, I'm dying to begin.
Miles away I am flying with butterflies, Leaving behind the lies of reality, Nothing here but the rainbow, and me Something to be said, Yet, in the prospect of words, nothing to be had.
Like the touch of silk, a cool breeze brushes my face, Far below the butterfly plays,The green grass is grown in rows,The white crystals of snow melting into my skin,Perfection at its most beautiful.
Back to the storm, Into the eye,Unknown beauty and perfection,A dangerous scorn.
Unknown Beauty
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Ripped open houses, debris in the yardTrees separated from their roots,Far beneath an azure sky,The earth seems scarred.
Yet what is unseen,And what is unknown,Is such a shame, For beauty is found in the rarest of places.
What cannot be understood,Cannot be seen. What cannot be seen,Cannot be acknowledged,Unacknowledged beauty is rampant.
To this point,To this end,To be appreciated,Is unknown beauty, which never ends.
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By Hope Casserley
Is it worth explaining hurt souls in love?The hurt souls in love experience sheer pain.Rising up; he will speak to you above,Everlasting pain inside like a stain.Happy ones in love will suffer the most.Other ones will resist the bond inside,Ignore the powerless like they're a ghost.Bonds within resistors will not abide.The sadness wells up in the both of them,Regretful words are swooped away.Brand new beginnings will start with a stem.How they end up, is their own choice and say.Shall I explain the sheer pain within you?Only comfortable ones that can, do!
Untitled
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By John MacKinnon
One by one, another falls,Into the ocean blue.Tempted by their peers' calls,Their lives were quickly through.
In order to maintain their status,The rules were slowly made.Without the proper apparatus,Their friends seemed to change.
At last a child rose above,Rebelled against the norm.Amidst the bounds of hate and love,Opportunities began to storm.
Others later, seemed to follow,The path of being unique.It took the others time to swallow,That life wasn't another thing to critique.
So in the end it all worked out,For the one who had broke free.And all the peers were without a doubt,"To be unique, is the way to be."
Follow the Leader
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Front Cover: Mike Sloan
Inside Cover: Aarons Huang
Opposite “LCS Writes! Winners”: Ian Ames
Opposite “Petals of Fantasy”: Ricky Gonzalez
p8: Sang Eun Jee
p11: Aaron Kim
p14: Mimi Yang
p19: Caylea Foster
p25: Kyla Murphy
p26: Miles Reese Spear
p32: Stephanie Worsfold
p35: Kathleen Hughes
Inside Back Cover (L-R):
Leigh-Anne Skeete, Rory Thomas,
Karine Gauthier, Jeff Chang,
April Corner, Irene Farah
Back Cover: Janice Kim
Artwork
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4391 County Rd 29, Lakefield, ON K0L 2H0
www.lcs.on.ca
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