If I was trapped under an avalanche If I was being thrown to the lions If I was caught in the middle of a riot I wouldn’t want to be with you If I was carrying a deadly infectious disease

Moosonee, Ontario, on James Bay was one of the most important stages in my working life, for the year spent there in 1967. I learned about a very proud and resilient people, the Cree Nation. RLP

reworked since submitting - but just don't seem to be able to make this work

Sadness is like a mantle of gloom when a child dies. And parents can only turn to prayer to help with the healing.

Swashbuckler... go on, pick another language you know, try and find a translation for it.

As Lucy looked at her plane ticket for the fourth time, seeing Gate D she walked towards it and sat down on a near chair. She glanced around, seeing a few people.

I don't know what made me write this, but it took me only 30 minutes to finish this. This piece is not intended to offend anybody.

To have been the proud owner Of that melodic voice...