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The Value of Friends

By June Hudy – Paradise Hill, Sask. There is no way in this world We can measure the value of a friend; Because to say we can measure it Would be like saying We can [continue…]

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The Old Country Store

By Tena Ens – Warman, Sask. Recall the old country store, With the rough, pine board floor? Penny candies in colourful jars, Crackerjack and licorice bars. Pickles and crackers in barrels large, Both were sampled [continue…]

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Don’t Laugh At Me My Daughters

By Don Dreger – Vegreville, Alta. Don’t laugh at me my daughters I know that I am growing old. I can’t remember what I said, Or what I have been told. Don’t laugh at me my [continue…]

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Nature

By Viola (Redmann) Schottenbauer – Pierson, Man. I wandered in a tiny vale, Where stately elm trees grew, Where swallows singing in the trees Showed up against the blue. Beneath the trees the grass grew [continue…]

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New Beginnings

By Gladi McMurtry – Saskatoon, Sask. Spring is around the corner. I look out the windows at my garden with the left over look of last year. I see old dead brown plant stalks Which looked [continue…]

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Springtime

By Lillie Randa – Kelowna, B.C. Soon nature will awaken all around And the plants and grass will then start to grow As the moisture and sun will warm the ground For then we’ll know [continue…]

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Keep Looking Up

By Hazel Miskew – Viking, Alta. Never a cloudy day But the sunshine will follow, Never a shattered plan But a solution comes tomorrow. Never a windy hillside But the other side is calm, Never [continue…]

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Japan In Crisis

By Lawrence Zelionka, Redvers, Sask. Japan has very nearly been destroyed, By an event they could not avoid. A disastrous nine point two earthquake, That caused the entire country to shake. A tsunami followed and [continue…]

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A Farmer’s Dream

By Lloyd Johnson, Penticton, B.C. Now the other night I had a nightmare, I had the most horrible dream. See, I dreamt my range flooded over And my calves got all washed down the stream. Saw [continue…]

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So Many Years Ago

By Art Klassen – Newton Siding, Man. To those of you raised on a farm so many years ago Will remember that things then were done a lot more slow. There was more time, daylight [continue…]

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Evening Magnificence

By Rebecca Carpenter – Courtenay, B.C. The moon was slowly rising to its throne up in the sky Casting its shimmering rays of light for every passerby Reflecting on the water its orange glow so [continue…]

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Grader Man

By Annie Zamonsky – North Battleford, Sask. Was the 18th of January And all through the night My husband and I tossed and turned Oh, what a night Were we snowbound today? Could we get [continue…]

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Connected Together

By Kelli Smith (Submitted by her parents Fred & Thelma Kirtzinger of Creston, B.C.) Two little babies, born only miles apart. Connected together right from the start. Two families were strangers, never having met. Still [continue…]

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The Tensions of the Day

By Leo Hawes – Regina, Sask. You cannot gain a thing By throwing things away Or keeping locked inside The tensions of the day. Let it out and say your peace Your burden you can [continue…]

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Soldier To Veteran

By Wesley Sliwka – Trossachs, Sask. With precision steps to the beat of drums Their polished boots keep marching on Chests filled with pride, hearts full of love For their people and our native land. In [continue…]

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I’m Moving On

By Anne Lindgren – Camrose, Alta. Boxes invade my privacy… They probe and jab and point. I am surrounded by boxes That are full, empty and closed. Windows scream for attention I see nothing. The [continue…]

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Vacant Farmhouse

By Janet Leclaire – Kelowna, B.C. The old vacant farmhouse With an aging, tired look All weathered and beaten Destroyed by the environment. The vacant house is still standing With every window cracked and broken [continue…]

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Chance Meeting

By Gladi McMurtry – Saskatoon, Sask. I met a man today, Whose wife died with dementia, He told me just how hard it was to see He wondered if her thoughts That were bottled up [continue…]

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Possibilities

By Frieda-Marie Elias – Swift Current, Sask. A diamond Mixed with dirt In a kimberlite Is shaken out –– It is washed It is cut It is ground It is polished And burnished bright. After [continue…]

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The Snorers Lament

By Les Plomp – Dryden, Ont. Now the story is told of two lady friends Who took a bus trip For a nice time to spend. To see some new country And spend some of [continue…]