WINTERCHILL poem

As I gain years upon my frame, I frequently think of those days traveling in my canoe. And tenting out, summer and winter. What joy to relive those moments through writing.
Cherry

DAY'S END poem

Sitting on the dock watching lobster boats, sloops, dories and other tall ship hulls is exciting. It must have been so, since the Hector sailed into Pictou Harbour, NS in the early 1700's.

AN EARLY CATCH poem

Seagulls are given a bum rap. They eschew the flavour of the seacoast, as they act as traders, sharing information with their ERK! ERK! calls to friends and family. The translation is: FOOD!

Friday 13th March 2009 - Spring

Double I.P. Spring & 13

IT'S ALL AN ACCIDENT!!!!!

,,,It’s all an accident Sirens careened off my brocken memories Your’s too maybe...

"blossoms shadow"

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The Lonely night

In the village he grew up in No one remembers his name As he walks through places That are engraved in his skin Along the grass littered with trash On a hill he calls his home

3 Wishes

I.P. spring... (re-edit)
Cherry

This Side Up

One year on, and the hospice in which my daughter was so wonderfully cared for, asked me to write a short for their magazine ...

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