The Alder TreesThe alder trees today told me a story;More Like This
Contorted forms beseeched I lend an ear.
They claimed they were once men, and I believed it.
They warned me that their end was drawing near.
Long years ago, 'fore my time, they would see fit
To tackle life with vigour and with gall;
But time can take the lustre 'way from glory,
And loss becomes a pain you wish to dull.
So now they stand, their bark is thick and hoary,
And wind in branches cries for all to hear:
The sorrow that we face? They know not of it.
Their minds are long too frail to know fear.
To me it seemed they'd gained nothing at all:
To staunch their blood, resigned their leaves to fall.
Impact Theory"What do you want to be when you grow up?"More Like This
It's a question Welknan schoolteachers ask their students every year, from the day the children enter school to the day the young adults leave. Answers are carefully catalogued and presented to the students at their graduation ceremony in a beautifully decorated scrapbook made by the teacher of each student, added to each year, growing with the child.
It's arguably a silly tradition, and perhaps even morbid to remind the adults of failed childhood dreams, but it's meant to inspire and the children love it, and it's something to do anyway.
Some kids stick to plain, safe answers- tailor, construction, banker, teacher, doctor. Others get imaginative- artist, musician, architect. Others still are painfully practical- shop assistant, office worker. Once in a while, a few are philosophical- "me" and "good" are common.
Rosalin is invariably of the plain variety, not because she isn't imaginative, practical, or philosophical (she is, at times), but be