How Poetic

Life Is Like That

By Ruth Arbour – Dryden, Ont. Sometimes we feel That time goes too slow or too fast And we know that good things Do not always last We all experience great joy or deep sorrow And [continue…]

By Lillian (Rafuse) (Reisinger) Crowe – Berwyn, Alta. He was only known as “little one” As he faithfully worked from sun to sun, Trudging thru’ every kind of day, Carrying pots, or wood or hay. [continue…]

Winter

By Donna Kucheraway – Mundare, Alta. Deep falling snow covered the long lane where the imprint of the sleigh had gone. Horse tracks cut deep into the snow. The pure white falling snow, covered the [continue…]

Footprints

By Bernice Douglas – Carnduff, Sask. Once upon a time When I was just a lad, I longed to be all grown up And work beside my dad. He had boots that were oh, so [continue…]

God’s Precious Cherubs

By Theresa Brassard – Prince Albert, Sask. As you walk along the streets each day You see many kinds of people For some are short and some are tall And some are very cripple. The [continue…]

Memories of Christmas Past!

By Mary Torgerson – Grande Prairie, Alta. My memories of years gone by Of Christmas Eve so glad Are all very special ones Not all were good, some very sad! I remember coming home from [continue…]

Autumn Leaves

By Alder Cranton – Hanna, Alta. Pretty yellow leaves Playing in the sun How nice it is to leave our tree And join in Autumn fun So please Mr. Gardener Put your rake away Until we’ve had [continue…]

Puppy

By John Klassen – Regina, Sask. The lovely brown eyes In that fluffy ball of fur, He must have come from heaven, That you know for sure. While he’s asleep, he’s an angel, But awake, the [continue…]

Concert At Kelvin School

By Arthur Klassen, Newton Siding, Man. South of Portage some 20 miles, Was the school called Kelvin, A place of learning for kids, A place for us a career to win. One room, one teacher [continue…]

Santa’s Secret

By O. Lillie Randa, Kelowna, B.C. Santa had been napping and he awoke with a start Children would be waiting and he must be on his way So he looked for his pack, which now [continue…]

The Star That Led to Jesus

By Mary Fehr – Kelowna, B.C. Why did the Wise men lose the star, After they had followed it so far? Way out in the east they saw it clear, Why did they lose it [continue…]

In Defense of Old Age

By Agnes Hamm, Prince George, B.C. Someone has said, “It ain’t no fun, When you feel you’re getting old,” When so many things don’t work anymore And your thermostat’s set on cold. When hinges and [continue…]

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 I feel you nearby. The [continue…]

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 frost, so biting How cold [continue…]

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, when the colours are bright [continue…]

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 A haven of rest from [continue…]

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 I’ve met, Seem right at [continue…]

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 thought that kind of life [continue…]

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 bright red, Something has happened [continue…]

The Winter of ’10 and ’11

By Stan Pederson – Cabri, Sask. It snowed a lot all winter We never had a thaw The wind was always at its worst I wish I had a spa. The wind was always howling [continue…]

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