Volume 91, Issue 8

Wednesday, September 10, 1997

froshted flakes


Diana: the golden huntress

tiny rivulets
coursed down cheeks
off a grieving world
Behind the barricades of Balmoral
hearts languished in pain,
heavens amassed in dark cloud
cold in their posture
We'll miss the wings

of her compassion
Diana the golden huntress
shining upon woodlands of world
On a clear blue morning
the people lined the streets,
the last farewell to their princess
in warmth of brilliant sunshine, beaming.
Chaplain KO'Keefe
Brescia College

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