The Lone Island

Tuesday, December 20, 2016 - By: Jessica W, Allard ‘20; Photo by Dan Norman

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.

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