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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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The Snorers Lament

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

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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 [more…]

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Little One

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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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! [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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, [more…]

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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 [more…]

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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…]