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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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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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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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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…]