"Rode, Linda - I, A Living Arrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rode Linda)

I am caught in this desperate cross-fire. No human contact is possi-
ble beyond the barrier of lenses. I am betrayed by my own helpless
wonder, my shameful observation, my need to believe these lies.

Eventually, I slink to a corner of stale shade, and hide my own
shameful camera. Soon, tripping light-winged through the heat, a flut-
ter of children gather around me. Softly in the shadows, over and over
like a wail or whisper, they begin to sing, "Boesmanland, vat my hand
... Boesmanland ... Boesmanland ..."

And as the day begins to die, and the ancient sun dips past the hill-
side, I slip into a dream. The children shoot their laughing arrows, then
sweep into a half-forgotten dance. A fire echoes the lingering day,
brushed like blood across the evening.

As I lose myself in wonder, impish eyes spy my camera. Try as I may,
I cannot hide it; the professional smiles insist on their due.

Laughing, I dutifully take their photo.

And laughing, they scatter off into the darkness.

Grade 12 - Westerford High, Rondebosch, Cape

"You have to be the very best and you have to excel in all fields. Your
future depends on that." This is what drives and subconsciously motivates
most teenagers. Just the cleverest, the fastest and the most gifted is con-
sidered successful. Millions pursue this ideal and yet, only a few really
can make it to the top. That makes me wonder: Are we perhaps on the
wrong track?

Karien Lubbe
Grade 12 - Hoыrskool Durbanville, Durbanville

Earth to mankind

Megan Jones

In the mists of nothing,
Before the swift pace of time,
I was conceived by the thoughts of God
And created by his touch.

Fires wrought rock on my surface
And cold seas devoured me.
Out of this fiery passion and ice
Formed a bitter-sweet life:
Man, my redeemer - and destroyer.

As he grew and changed,