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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 my rocker I may be, [continue…]

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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 no good at talking Or [continue…]

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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 musicians gathered on Monday p.m. [continue…]

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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 fading away No flower is [continue…]

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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, day out, month after month, [continue…]

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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. There’s one, just a sparkle [continue…]

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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 warm Out of the cold [continue…]

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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 those rumours they were all [continue…]

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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 you were a little boy [continue…]

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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. One you can tell your [continue…]

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Old Age

By Ken Hoff – Moosehorn, Man. It seemed that life would never end, ‘Til I reached three score years and ten. I couldn’t make it pass me by, So I looked “old age” in the [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 [continue…]

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God’s Beauty

By Rose Purcha – Ituna, Sask. Spring is when beauty appears Crocus buds on the trees make you want to cheer Pussy willows are pretty without a label Bringing God’s beauty on your table. Summer [continue…]

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Winter

By Amy (Western) Brusky – Golden Prairie, Sask. There’s a bite in the cooling breeze tonight, And a haze in the northern sky; Clouds drift up in the day’s last light, And geese go flying [continue…]

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I’m Just Fine

By Muriel Nelson – Beechy, Sask. When my friends I chance to meet How are you? they will say I reply, I’m just fine And how are you today? I don’t hear too well And [continue…]

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Little Prairie Town

By Margaret McRobb Little – Vancouver, B.C. The Great Depression was taking its toll As the people grew weary and sad They were always hoping for better days But it was meant to be long [continue…]

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Impatience

By Sharon Heineman-McLeod – Martensville, Sask. On bended knee, she prays the first night. To the Power that is Almighty Thank you for this wondrous day The flight of the birds, beauty of the sky The [continue…]

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Cedar Waxwings

By Gladi McMurtry – Saskatoon, Sask. It is thirty-three below zero and yet The cedar waxwings have invaded the yard Berries to be stripped from the leafless trees To be supped on, sipped on And perhaps [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…]