TOO EARLY, TOO LATE DEAR FAMILY, HELP essay
Growing a garden in the mining town of Rouyn-Noranda during my early days only produced more rocks. Now in southern Ontario, I could not wait to grow vegetables in my very first proper garden.
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Carefree Days - Competition Entry - Poem
The good old days, before I grew up!
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Growing up competition entry -
The Lil Flame 30th October morning, a friend sends this lil girl a greeting, Of profound significance, of greater meaning... It reads: In matters of style, swim with the current,
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Growing up competition - Her journey
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The greyer the storm light folds
A soft temperance smile brakes From the bars of the raging sea; Where wave on salt corrosive wave Once purged loves sweetest melody. But age and faith are truer friends
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Raspberry canes
In and out the raspberry canes On a jack frost bitten day With nothing more than twine, And knife To earn my daily pay Bending back the line of whips From John O’ Groats to Landsend
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Field Ice
On an ocean liner Lord Radley meets a mysterious woman. Is she all she appears to be? Then again.. is he?
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A Near Miss - Competition Entry
A Near Miss Blandon Street had an old Victorian building that was run-down, rat infested, and dirty. It ran the whole length of the road and I wasn’t allowed anywhere near it.
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Drawn Like Knives
Drawn Like Knives (25th June 2008, 11.05am) Your innocence shaded in pencil by artistry greater than mine. I suppose I am pen and ink, just a series of stark little lines: blunt.
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DAFT POEM.
I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO, I LEFT MY KNEES IN LOS ANGELES, I LEFT MY AORTA WHERE I SHOULDN'T HAVE OUGHTA, I LEFT MY ARSE ON THE LINE, AND PROMPTLY STARTED TO WHINE,
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