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My heart leaps up when I behold
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old;
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth. 1802.
This section is devoted to exceptional work, which demonstrates the greatness of human creativity, of the imagination, of art, spontaneity, and, above all, how we as human beings aspire and at times appear to break out from our restraints. At this stage, we seek only new and exceptional examples of the work of young people, which we will promote here and elsewhere to the best of our ability.
- My end of term essay.
This outstanding contribution from a 17 year old American girl is about to appear here. The link above leads to a story about her.
- Becky’s call to the demolition company. Audio recording
- Spring 1963. Poem.
This poem was written in Montreal in 1963 by a little girl, probably around six, as a response to her teacher asking all the pupils in her class to write a poem about Spring. The teacher's name was Ms Marion Brown. If the author recognizes it, we apologize for the 43 year delay in publishing.
Spring.
It is spring
The birds sing
Ho, ho, ho
I am so happy!
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