The Leaf

The rustling noise woke me up. It was very early in the morning. I saw the sunrise for first time.

What a beautiful phenomenon! I was hanging up fairly high and there were a lot of similar creatures around me.

The noise that woke me up was a conversation. All of us, we have lots to
say. Roaring and rustling we talked to each other.
Sometimes we sang, sometimes it was wild screams.

All of us are similar, but we are not the same. When we are singing,
we are telling the story. We are the leaves. The aged oak is our father.
He is almost 1000 years old. He knows a lot about the world around him.
About worms that live in his roots, about animals that are eating his acorns, about birds that live in his branches.

The nightingale is the best singer of all, he rocks us to sleep.
Autumn came, the falling of the leaves, the birds flew away. Some animals went to sleep, some of them changed colour. It is about time to say goodbye. I just danced in the wind…

The Internet

The internet is probably the easiest way to communicate with friends or the world that has been invented by man to date.
It is a simple and fun way to
communicate or find information with anyone or about anything. It is a free services that can be used
anywhere in the world. So let your fingers do the clicking, e mail
someone today.

Tim


I would strongly recommend anyone to use the internet as it is a brilliant way to communicate with the outside world.
There are so many things you can use it for, like buying and selling goods or just browsing the net or talking to your friends.

A Hally

How time goes by

It seems like only yesterday that we played as kids on the hills overlooking out town. I remember when the snow would fall and we would slide down the slopes on plastic fertilizer bags that we would get from the local farmer.

There would be at least 15 to 20 kids all going down the same path,that we would have made in the snow. Then there were the thrill seekers who had got their hands on the bonnet of an old Morris Minor and would slid down the hill at break neck speed.

Three of four could sit on the bonnet at any one time. I remember going down with two other lads and as we slid down the hill, we started to gather speed. I and one other bailed out half way down and as we watched the bonnet go through the ditch at the end of the hill and into the next field, we thought the other would be killed. We watched in amazement as he picked himself up and proceeded to pull the bonnet up the hill for another go (crazy fool)

Then when the summer holidays would come the fun would start on the river bank. Back then, the summers seemed to be hotter than now and some-how lasted longer. I remember my mother used to say to us, “Get out from under me feet and don’t come home ‘til teatime” and off we would go to the river. As teenagers we would jump from the bridge into the waters below and swim to the bank. The bridge was about 30ft high; it was very frightening to jump.

The first time I jumped it took me about 10 minutes to get up the nerve to let go of the bars of the bridge and as I fell my life flashed before me and hundreds of thoughts would go through my mind like will the water hurt when I hit it, will it be deep enough or will I hit the bottom, all this and lots more.

It’s amazing how fast the mind works in the few seconds that you are falling, then you hit the water and go under and it seems like an eternity until you break the surface again. You would then have to swim to the bank of the river, your heart racing and the adrenalin rushing around in your blood stream. Back on to the bridge to jump again this time there is no fear or doubt and you just jump.

They were happy times and thinking back we really had very little. I mean, monetarily but we were rich in other ways. We had our friends and community, we had neighbours who cared and looked out for all of us.

It seemed that society has lost the sense of community today. We live in a material world and some of us don’t even know who is living along side of us.
Bring back the old days!

Anon