#canadianpoet
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the bird feeder hangs by a wirefrom a pine tree in the front yardthe wind sways it back and forthbut only on windy days. I sit in the poet’s housewatching the birds as they arrivesometimes the seeds drop to the groundwhere the hungry squirrels wait. the seeds drip like your thoughtsdrip…drip…drip…damn metaphors are everywhere. a…
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A Friend Not A Foe Jean Chretien’s words spoken at Gander’s 9/11 Memorial Ceremony “Yes, Canada is a generous, open country, and Canadians are tolerant and kind, but never mistake our generosity for weakness.” “Never, never mistake our tolerance for lack of determination, and never, never mistake our kindness for softness.” “We know who we…
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A notch in our heartsfearlessly carried.a whispered breathlike a chinook wind.a peaceful momentwith an old friend.a once in a lifetime sunsetdraws a silent tear. What drew 5 friends together so many years agois the same thing that draws a nation together.The “truth” will do thatand in a seemingly magical wayunder the last sunsetone star will…
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Light my soul on fireremind me why I’m herelet my lungs fill with the firethat sparks the fury of the midnight sunso those lost in the darknesscan find their way home. Let my words fall like river rockto the shores of a land others seekmay my brothers and sister pick up the stonesand forge a…
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I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night skykeeping their promise in my heartas the night wind carry dreamsthat fill the minds and…
