A Poem a Day Project I wanted to watch The Debate But found myself rather late I missed all the frowns And nasty put-downs From leaders who were so irate

On this beautiful day I went on my way Up Highway twenty-seven, The Nechako Valley was soon behind me, Ahead, was what some might call “Heaven.” It’s not just the town, there’s communities ’round The Fort, as it’s known to be, Where the traders of yore met the Carriers before It became the H.B. Company.…

A Poem a Day Project (worst one so far) “I’ve got gas,” said Winnie The Pooh. The worst kind of gas, I don’t know what to do It’s not the kind of gas You would put in your car. You wouldn’t get far It’s not gasoline It’s not acetylen.” “There’s all kinds of gas,” said…

A Poem a Day Project Last night I dreamt that I was young, That life for me was endless joy, I knew no right, I knew no wrong, I only knew my mother’s songs. She sang of love, of God above, And birds that sang the whole night through, I knew no pain, I knew…

I entered this world with a petulant shout, Saying, “Let me go back, I didn’t want out!” “This world is too noisy, so crowded and smelly, I liked it much better inside my mom’s belly. I’ve heard about how there are folks who are rich, And others who sleep in the dirt in a ditch.…

Silver Birch Lodge is a good place to rest, From a lifetime of living and giving your best. You crawl out of bed and turn up the heat, Then back under blankets for a little more sleep. It’s snowing outside but you don’t have to worry, ‘Bout shovelling the white stuff each time that it…

I made Pork n Bean muffins. Madge gave me the recipe. “Beans are healthful,” she said. “Pure protein.” She didn’t mention the flour, sugar, An entire cup of oil…. But raisins are a fruit, And nuts are a legume. I’ll have a muffin for supper, No need for a meal.

I made Pork n Bean muffins. Madge gave me the recipe. “Beans are healthful,” she said. “Pure protein.” She didn’t mention the flour, sugar, An entire cup of oil…. But raisins are a fruit, And nuts are a legume. I’ll have a muffin for supper, No need for a meal.

MY SON’S JOURNEY THROUGH SCHIZOPHRENIA In January 1984 my son Bruce left his home town of Fraser Lake, BC for Toronto. His plan was to find a job and take night school courses in Commercial Art at the University of Ontario. He would room with a part time teacher he’d met while attending high school…

MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! shrieked the voice of the pilot, his words piercing through air traffic control communications emanating from distant speakers. “Good God! the plane’s off the radar screen. It must have gone down!” CP AIR FLIGHT 21- JULY 8, 1965 is inscribed in stone at the memorial cairn in 100 Mile House where scores…