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The Lone Island
Each term the entire school participates in a creative writing contest, named in honour of long-time Brentwood English teacher, yearbook editor and houseparent, Ms. Beth Meluish. Below is the ballad composed by the Grade 9 winner, Jessica W, Allard ‘20.
The Lone Island
Long times ago when winds blew strong
When sailors sailed the seas
A place which now does not exist
Was covered then in trees.
The sailors came to see the sights
They gathered all around
The noise of those who laugh and shout
Was heard throughout the grounds.
One special day the sun was strong
And autumn was in sight
The wind was blowing from the west
When something was not right.
A gloomy chill was in the air
The mist was firmly placed
From nearby waters of the sea
A flare was shot with haste.
And through the mist, a ship was seen
But going down, down, deep
Towards the depths of ocean’s floor
The sailors’ sea would keep.
And since that day when ship was seen
Nothing at all’s been right
All those who knew the place as home
Were sad to leave that night.
So all the people are now gone
And nothing left is there
Mourning the day the ship once sunk
While ghosts now haunt the air.
And to this day the island seems
Like everything is still
So every time the wind blows west
The screams of ghosts are shrill.