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Here
are a few of the poems that I have written. I hope you enjoy
them and come back occasionally to see different poetry
selections.
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Canada's
Flag
Red and white
Stands out bright
In dark or light
Canada's
flag.
The color of red
Blood for freedom
shed
For many cultures
wed
Canada's flag.
White for the peace
Cold snow and the
freeze
Farms filled with
geese
Canada's flag.
Maple leaf with
pride
For our country so
wide
An ocean each side
Canada's flag.
Here we can grow
Our talents to show
Watching it blow
Canada's flag.
At the top of the
world
Caribou antlers all
curled
The Arctic unfurled
Canada's flag.
For remembering the
past
Herds of buffalo
vast
Native ponies so
fast
Canada's flag.
For our settlers of
heart
When the railroad
did start
The mountains did
part
Canada's flag.
For the future we
see
Children strong will
be
In unity
Canada's flag.
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To Write Is To Know
Words come stumbling
Faltering, hesitating on
the clean white paper.
A pen is poised
Expectant, ready to
respond to a thought.
The body struggles
Brow Furrows, mouth
tightens, hands fidget, breath sighs
Frustrated with the
delay.
Phrases echo in the mind
Bouncing, changing,
prompting, stimulating.
Then,
suddenly, with a force powerful and strong
The
words come rushing
The
pen starts racing
The
body snaps alert
The
phrases 'appear'.
Empty
now.
The
words stop
The pen is
still
The
body is calm
The
phrases are there, in ink, sprawled across the paper.
Pausing, reading,
understanding.
Feeling with awe the
insight.
I,
KNOW.
Published in Voices,
Vol. 4, No. 3, July 1989
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Moccasins
I wear a pair of
moccasins - my own
-without the beads
-without the past.
But I borrowed yours
today.
And I walked a mile.
At first,
My shoulders bowed
heavy,
Feeling pain and
disappointment.
My fists clenched,
Squeezing out anger and
rejection.
My eyes wept,
For losses and for
shame.
I walked slow, that
first mile.
But then,
My brother, Hawk,
called to me
And I looked up to see
That free lazy spiral
of simple beauty
And I smiled at his
insolence.
I felt the pungent,
moist forest
Embracing me
And its peace touched
me.
Standing there, proud
and majestic,
Was the Elk.
He said, "Oh, it's
you."
"Yes," I
said.
And my heart settled.
My head swirled and the
Vision came-
A red path,
Climbing upwards.
Turning corners.
A path for moccasins.
So now, reluctantly, I
give you back your moccasins -
Grateful to have walked
the path.
And humbled.
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Sight
Some people see out
to small circles
of work, play, and food.
Some people see in
to narrow restrictions
of comfort, hurt, and sleep.
Some people see down
to the dark side of life -
gloom, sadness, and depression.
Some people see up
to the brilliant light -
dreams, fantasies, and thoughts.
Some people see beyond
with far-reaching vision
past horizons, cycles, and time.
Some people see people
with focused clarity -
real, complex, and good.
Some people see it all
with integrating webs;
and share their Wisdom.
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Babbling Brook
Beegabuggle,
boogabuggle
Shimmering along
Google buggle, slurple
duggle
Sing our little song.
Splish-a-splashy up a
rocky
Dip a doodle there
Giggle duggle, slip-o-sluggle
Creek without a care.
Burgle durgle,
swirl-a-gurgle
Rilling ralling roll
Jimping jumping,
slinking slunking
Resting on a shoal.
Boopadoodle,
boopaloodle
Making waves in line
Wool-a-looloo, shiska
shoodoo
Rolling e'er so fine.
Tickle tookle, grass a
bookle
And the reeds so tall
Sheerie shairee, keeree
kairee
Babbling to all.
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A New Day To Begin
dedicated to my father,
Clair Pearson
His life was full and
lively
With activities and
joys
With pain and fear and
loneliness
With mischievous ways
of boys.
He searched and
questioned deeply
The whereabouts of God
While valuing faith in
others
He sincerely did
applaud.
His quest was
peacefully over
When the angels brought
him in
To the wonderful light
of heaven
A new day to begin.
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