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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…]
March 2014
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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 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…]
Letters from Readers
Beware of the ‘grandparent’s scam’!
Grammas and grampas beware! I had a very upsetting phone call that I’d like to share. The caller was posing as one of my grandsons. Believe me, this young person on the phone had exactly [continue…]