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False Dawn

Kerry Lafferty

In the light of false dawn

he checks his watch already knowing what he’ll see.

Too late to go home, too early to go anywhere else.

He lifts his head and plods to the coffee shop.

Too soon, he’s surrounded

by the clamoring throngs of caffeine addicts.

Like a dentist’s dill, the buzz of conversation bores into his mind.

In the numbness that follows the pain,

Time becomes meaningless.

Released from the confines of Time and Space,

his mind roams unhindered.

Through the eyes of people long dead and those not yet born,

he views his world,

and is shocked back to reality by what he sees.

Only a few minutes have passed

but he’s experienced the lives of a multitude. ;

With furtive glances left and right,

he dashes out the door into the morning sun, =

Clio’s Summer

Poor Clio! After receiv- ing an average of 82.4% in his spring semester marks, the fa- mous UPEI freshman decided to work during the summer. Clio wanted to earn some money for his second year at college at UPEI. Clio went to work for a neighboring farmer called Eu- terpe. Poor Clio did not know what he was getting into.

The first day, Clio raked the farmyard. He raked and raked and raked. He gathered the debris into piles. Suddenly a storm brewed up and scattered the leaves all over the yard! Clio had to start all over again.

One day Clio began working in the barn. He went up into the loft to put hay down for the cows. Poor Clio grabbed a bale of hay near the. bottom of the loft and fifty bales of hay fell on top of him! Later on Clio helped Eu- terpe milk the cows.. Poor Clio was kicked twice that evening and was attacked by three wild cats and two dogs.

the drive-on mower and started to MoWthe farmyard. Euterpe and his men were letting their cows out into the pastures for the first time that year. A bull jumped the fence, spotted Clio, and charged. Poor Clio shoved the mower into high gear and yelled for help.

In early July Clio was ordered to haul wagonloads of hay from the fields to Euterpe’s barns. One time Clio was driving into the yard when he lost control of the

tractor. The tractor smashed through the wall of one of Eu- terpe’s barns! Euterpe patiently explained to Clio that the esca- lator was designed to transport the bales of hay into the barns; it was not necessary for Clio to drive right in!

Fall finally came. Clio, after a long hard summer, went back to college. .Farmer Euterpe re- called all of Clio’s mishaps and vowed this would be one summer he would never forget. And UPEI greeted its most famous sopho-

Two weeks later Clio prepared

Friend |

by Brian Cormier

I am glad that you are here. Without you, I am a body with- out. a mind, a mind without soul, a soul without direction. I can reach out and touch you if I need to - you offer your shoulder to cry on, your voice to comfort, you logi¢. to counsel.

Through you, my outlook im- proves. I can confide in you, and you help me to see errors in my ways. You prop me up, and you help me to get ready to face the world. You do not command, you do not order; you advise on po:- sible choices, and give your opin- ion. You are my friend.

Now, I ask of but one favor: do not leave me. Do not let me be your enemy, for I shall per- ish without you at my side. You are the buffer between reality and fantasy, despair and happiness, sanity and asylum. And when we must eventually part to carry on with our own lives, do not say goodbye, but say farewell, I’ll be seeing you. Neither distance nor time can lessen the special bond that is shared by two friends. You will always be with me, in my heart. You are my friend.

rain.

and the rain won’t stop

and it just pours down

and it creeps and it crawls - through the cracks in the walls and it grips and it grabs

at my screaming mind

and it tears it apart

with sharpened claws

some say that life has beauty some say that life is good but all that i’ve known

are the hardships

all that i’ve seen

is the blood

as it falls

in streams around me the others

run and hide

i can find

no where to run to

the rain follows me inside

-O.M.

a

more student — Clio.

See

Thursday, September 1oth, 1988S