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     ' rp'rofessor‘asked' fortheir opinim'of the poem. 
     
    
   
   
    
     (he student pronpted, “It's about the best 
     
     writtal poem that's been read in this class yet. " 
     
     Alvin's head grew eVen bigger. ~ 
     
    
   
   
    
     The professor nodded. 
     
    
   
   
    
     "I Was inpressed with the form and structure 
     
     of the‘poem," offered anofl'aer‘stuient. 
     
     Alvin's head continued to balloon. His eyes 
     
    
   
   
    
     were the size of oranges. 
     
    
   
   
    
     His hair rivalled the 
     
    
   
   
    
     thickness of an uncut lawn. No one had yet 
     
    
   
   
    
     noticed this ,.. however. 
     
    
   
   
    
     "I'd say," (Included one student, "that this 
     
     poem should be published. " The boy's eyes swept 
     
     the class to assure hineelf that this was the 
     
    
   
   
    
     general consensus . 
     
    
   
   
    
     Even Professor Wheeler seemed 
     
    
   
   
    
     to agree, Everyone turned again to look at Alvin. ‘ 
     
     It was then that they noticed his head. i ' 
     
     "My God," whispered me girl, "I never realized 
     
    
   
   
    
     his head'was so big. ..." - 
     
    
   
   
    
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     fall these days. Looking 
     
     out my window, I can't 
     
     help but bubble over 
     
     inside at the priceless 
     
     calculator of leaves. At 
     
     the sane time the sun 
     
     tingles the, leaves and a 
     
     sweet nectar draws fall 
     
     bees for their last kiss 
     
     of nether nature's 
     
     bountiful sweetness. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Now a jet wails overhead 
     
     and seems so nan-made and 
     
     tinny in wcmtrast to the 
     
     soft, soft, domey 
     
     thoughts which have carpet- 
     
     ed ny surroundings. A 
     
     great floodlight of colours 
     
    
   
   
    
     leads my enotions to the 
     
    
   
   
    
     gentle, gentle thought of 
     
    
   
   
    
     just being here, alcne, 
     
     barely hearing the tid<ing 
     
     of my watdi, yet grasping 
     
     frantically nentally to 
     
     drink in all nature's 
     
     storehouse and showroom. 
     
    

    
     A gentle breeze comes and 
     
     the whole stage changes 
     
     completely. It reminds 
     
    

    
     me of our thoughts. As 
     
     the wind blows so our 
     
     opinions, beliefs, and 
     
     thoughts of love, constantly 
     
     change like beautiful 
     
     leaves and a few words can 
     
     influence a nation. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The class watched in anazement and awe as , 
     
     Alvin's head ocntinued to expand. It was about five 
     
     feet acress, and  to be stretching to the 
     
    
   
   
    
     Time 
     
     - like tiny cobwebs of the dew: 
     
     each day a scintillating sparkle 
     
    
   
   
    
     lindt° 2 Poems V 
     
     "He's always been a little weird you know," by only 
     
     said me girl knowingly to the professor. Wheeler \ to t 
     
     sat  his: eyes bulging‘alnd his mouth open 1:215 o . . 
     
     "Is he (11 drugs or sometl'z‘ing?" askedHorta'I. Debra LaFrance b11V10n 
     
     ‘ Wit-h omsiderable effort, Alvin turned his atduSk 
     
    
   
   
    
     head survey the clxs. When he spdvce,his voice 
     
     seemed to edlo forever inside the cavernous sphere. 
     
     The somd which finally escaped was weak and 
     
     distant_ I /.' i _ . 
     
    

    
     "I'd  '  /.',...‘like to thank.‘..everyme 
     
     here. . .everyone here. . . .for their  . . ." - 
     
    

    
     me boy said a little too loudly, “Oh yeah, 
     
     Alvin, itwas a great poan!" 
     
    

    
     Alvin'seyes widened fearfully. 
     
    

    
     "Ch  \ _ ' , 
     
    

    
     His head grewvand- stretd'n‘ed‘a' little bit more, 
     
     but it had reached its  " 
     
    

    
     "Great poem, Alvin. . . . ." 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
       
     
        
     
       
     
        
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     The casual meeting of windows to 
     
     ~ yourself— 
     
     » One open and glowing, 
     
     the other shuttered and dark. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The hesitant smile hovering on my 
     
     lips— 
     
     receives a cold stare and 
     
     stern unmoved mouth. 
     
     So my timid venture fades through 
     
     the closing ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     Alvin'sheadcouldtakenonorearfiitexploded 
     
    
   
   
    
     alloverthe roan. 
     
    
   
   
    
     R EFLEXIONS OF AUTUM N 
     
    
   
   
    
     by Ed Orlowski I, 
     
    
   
   
    
     Mien I look out the 
     
     window, the 5111 is lazily 
     
     enbracing those sugar 
     
     wanes. I then perceive 
     
     what and why tle poets 
     
     get so excited about » _ 
     
     these glorious days when 
     
     all nature seems to be in 
     
     full magnificence. 
     
     so, that we are alnost 
     
     forced to notice her 
     
    
   
   
    
     lovely panorama of exquisite _ 
     
    
   
   
    
     colours. . 
     
    

    
     All" of our senses seem 
     
     to be heightened ,to what __ 
     
     nature really has to offer. 
     
     Our eyes seem tofall in 
     
     love with notl'er nature's 
     
     gifts.- ,. . 
     
    

    
     . Rainy leaves are flutter— 
     
     lng down to kiss nether 
     
     earth and'as [I‘look down 
     
    

    
     at the little red sodden 
     
     maPle, from my window in 
     
     3rd Duffy, it seens to ne 
     
     that the tree has dropped 
     
     a beautfiul rosette of 
     
    
   
   
    
     leaves Sobeleeta  
     
    
   
   
    
     So mud)" 
     
    
   
   
    
     that it contrasts vividly 
     
    
   
   
    
     ' with the Irish green grass. 
     
    
   
   
    
     If I were having a picnic, 
     
     that's where I would want 
     
     to have it, right there 
     
     in the midst of that apron 
     
     of leaves! It looks so I 
     
     soft, and I like sitting on 9 
     
     soft leave$. , ' . 
     
    

    
     Oh! I see the fingers of 
     
     the hands .of the/branches 
     
    
   
   
    
     which have begun to point I 
     
    
   
   
    
     'as-thewindblowsthem. 1 
     
    
   
   
    
     They seem to say, "I'm 
     
     getting ready for winter, 
     
    
   
   
    
     ' are you?" 
     
    
   
   
    
     The rain has stopped, 
     
     the wind has dried every— 
     
     thing off, the leaves have 
     
     lost their "wet" look. 
     
     and there is that beautiful, 
     
     beautiful, red-headed 
     
     mqale creature, as ‘ 
     
    
   
   
    
     . ravishing and as full of 
     
    
   
   
    
     life as the eyes lodting 
     
     at, her. And yet she has 
     
     a silent beauty beyond 
     
     this pen's conprehensicm 
     
     I believe we are riding 
     
    
   
   
    
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     to shut out the frost. 
     
    
   
   
    
          
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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