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Memories

By Chris Lamoureux – Fort St. John, B.C. I see wheatfields of gold, I smell clover that’s been freshly mowed, I hear a milk cow’s contented sigh, That is when [more…]

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The Seasons

By Wylma Hanson – Dinsmore, Sask. Flowers fading, dying Leaves are turning red Birds southward flying It seems that Nature’s dead ‘Tis Fall! Snowflakes lightly falling Snowbirds flying low Twinkling [more…]

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Autumn

By Mark Larkin – Winnipeg, Man. One of the greatest joys I’ve ever known Is to go for a walk in the woods alone. In the fall of the year, [more…]

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Continuity

By Doreen Denicola – Prince George, B.C. This farm – our land, which has served us so well Gives us not just hard work, but a safe place to dwell [more…]

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The Old Grey Sweats

By Margaret Crittall – Cut Knife, Sask. When I was young, only in my teens, I wore a skirt, or slacks, sometimes jeans, Now, most of the young folks that [more…]

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Thanksgiving

By Winnie Stevenson – Tisdale, Sask. When I was but a little child Most of the meat we had was wild We lived in a cabin in the wood I [more…]

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The Curse of the Common Cold

By Sylvia Williams – Summerland, B.C. You go to bed feeling gratefully fit But when the morn comes You wonder what hit! Your eyes are all bleary, Your nose is [more…]

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Valentine’s Day is Here

By Irene Lafrentz – Esterhazy, Sask. I guess it began with Adam and Eve, Because the Lord they did deceive. They ate the apple that day That’s when everyone began [more…]

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A Parody On Age

By Agnes Hamm – Prince George, B.C. I had birthday recently. It happens now and then, But I no longer count my years, I count my aches and pains! And off [more…]

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This Parkinson’s Thing

By Irene Souter – Sidney, B.C. This Parkinson’s thing Has meddled my brain … It’s caused lots of problems It’s really a pain. This Parkinson’s thing Has muffled my speech I’m [more…]

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Waldeck Golden Agers

By Esther Rude – Swift Current, Sask. In Saskatchewan there is a village And Waldeck is its name. The seniors organized a club Fun and action was its aim. The [more…]

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The Bouquet

By Dick Taylor – Melfort, Sask. A young girl was wandering In a valley one day In search of wild flowers For a special bouquet. Her mother was ailing And [more…]

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#697 – BROCCOLI WAR

By J. Alvin Speers – Calgary, Alta. There is a cook in our town At a restaurant nearby Who thinks that serving broccoli Is the only way to fly. Day in, [more…]

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Cool Pocket Money

By Jacob M. Fehr – Swift Current, Sask. Clear, cool, sunny February morning, trodding wide, bare saucer ditches, pickin bottles, makin dough. Like pickin frozen cow chips, kick em gently. [more…]

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Bounteous Blessings

By Else Lunden – Sorrento, B.C. We’re out of meat so my man is away Hunting for moose with wagon or sleigh He spends the night in the cabin so [more…]

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Big City

By Donald Tataryn – Scarborough, Ont. From a tiny country village to a city like you from a life that’s been lonely to the excitement of you then along came [more…]

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Our Grandson

By Hazel (Wellbrock) Lamb – Swift Current, Sask. As I sit and wonder what I should write about Memories come flooding back Some good ones, there’s no doubt From the time [more…]

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Lunch Today?

By Kay Bowen – Elk Point, Alta. In this world there are people On whom you can depend. But there is one and only one Who is your forever friend. [more…]