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Wednesday, July 27, 2011


This poem was published in Boomers Write. 

A Mouse in the House (a poem)

by Wilma Seville
(Hamilton, Ontario)
A Mouse in the House

A mouse in the house, what can you mean?
We tried to keep the place quite clean!
Alas for us, he came in the night
While we were all tucked away from sight!

A scratch by claws on an uncovered match
Scampering feet away from the hot patch
As flames rose upwards with a great roar
Causing people above to get out through the door.

The scene of this arson, not the fanciest room
Nor was it meant to be the mouse’s tomb
The humble pantry where food could be found
A likely place for mice to abound.

No cat in sight to keep him away
He did his damage and went on his way
That event was traumatic I recall
As fire swept away all!

Copyright©Wilma Seville2007


The Grand River Dinner Cruise

At 9:45 a.m. on June 8th, Cherry Bus Company pulled up at the side entrance to St. John’s Lutheran Church at Wilson and Hughson, in Hamilton, Ontario.

A small group of people were eagerly awaiting its arrival as they climbed aboard the spacious bus and joined the other folk from Wellingstone Seniors Home as well as folk from Transfiguration and Grace Lutheran churches.

After a pleasant drive through the countryside, we arrived at our destination – The Grand River Dinner Cruises building.  We were ushered into the main foyer and the well-stocked gift shop was available for those who wanted to pick up some little memento of their trip.

Complimentary coffee and a muffin were served in the main auditorium and a very instructional video was shown of the Grand River.

A real treat was the entertainment provided.  The group called “The Blazing Fiddles” was performing.  Brielle Goheen (fiddle, voice), Danielle Lennon (fiddle), Jeff Taylor(fiddle), Chris Kettlewel (bass, guitar, voice) Adam Poot (piano, spoons djembe) entertained a room full of people who appreciated their talents very much.  Their high energy was something to behold.

Many feet were tapping and hands clapping as the wonderful music transformed a room full of strangers into fellow music lovers.

The performance ended and the boat tour commenced.  Our group was on the Queen captained by Captain Emily.  One of the fiddlers entertained us while we feasted on a lovely roast beef dinner, homemade bread and homemade apple pie.  There was coffee and tea served throughout the meal.

The sights along the Grand River were varied from trailers to cottages, wharves, and farmhouses as we slowly made our way on the river.  It is interesting to note that the river bottom is mud and that explains why the river appears to be brown. Fishermen fish here, people water ski and swim and in general, enjoy this river.

It was a smooth ride and the day very pleasant but this cruise goes out in all kinds of weather.  We were most fortunate to have had such a beautiful day with no humidity to spoil it!

After docking, we climbed aboard our bus and Tom, our driver, took us to The Old Dutch Mill in Millgrove where we spent a delightful time.  There was a small farm where a goat, some sheep, ducks and swans plus a young 21 day old pony and his parents lived.

If one wished, one could purchase plants in the greenhouse or step inside to buy from the wonderful array of gifts that they had for sale.  There was also a nice little tea room as well which looked very inviting. 
Our bus driver, Tom, got us all safely back to Hamilton in good time and it appeared that everybody present enjoyed themselves.
A small poem I wrote for this occasion. 

Cruising on the Grand River

Flat boat glides along calm river
Gentle waves slap sides
Muddy brown water under bow
Flows by tree lined banks.

Water lilies float on surface
Turtles sun on rocks exposed
Fish jump, making circles
On placid waterway

Roast beef dinner served
Home made bread & pie
Strolling fiddle player
Music while we dine.

Farms and trailer parks
Dot the river banks
As the cruise boat
Moves along the Grand.

The journey finally over
Well fed, contented people
Disembark and go their way
Back to where they came from.


Published in the St. John's newsletter 2010.

I was invited to be the guest speaker for the World Day of Prayer which was held at St. Paul's Presbyterian Church and which consisted of 10 churches participating. I created this little poem as well as a topic on Guyana.
As I had never been to Guyana, I interviewed Guyanese people both in Hamilton and in Toronto so that I could write this topic and  poem accurately.

It really enjoyed talking to the Guyanese friends I have and they were only too happy to share their knowledge of their country, for which I thank them.

I wrote the poem as a rhyming poem for the reason that most folk who come to this noon day event are retired people and they are more accustomed to hearing rhyming poetry than free verse or other forms of poetry. 

Silver and Gold Magazine published this poem as well as a picture. 

Rhyming poems are still the most familiar for older people and the best received for this age group.  A rhyming poem in German is very beautiful and I oftentimes get to enjoy hearing poetry in that language as I belong to a German speaking group of ladies.

I hope that this little poem will evoke images of Guyana. 


My name means “Land of Many Waters”
Given to me by my native sons and daughters.

My soil is rich and fertile
Which makes planting very worthwhile

Fruit, sugar cane, and rice are grown
Eggplant, cassava, pineapples are well known

Gold, diamonds and aluminum boxide
Deep within my bowels does reside

Christians, Hindus and Muslims co-exist
Celebrating each others holidays with such bliss

Cricket, volleyball, football and boxing
Are all well known sports my people participate in.

In my rivers swim piranhas and crocodiles
Waiting patiently for an unwary cow

Boa Constrictors, tigers and leopards
From them you must be on your guard

My people are not rich in spite of my many natural gifts
Many barely manage to exist

Many of my people have left to work elsewhere
Sending money home to families, because they care

I am Guyana, a land of many faces
Made up of many races.


Written for the World Day of Prayer
Held at St. Paul’s Presbyterian Church
March 7, 2008

Here is a little poem I wrote which I attached to a jewellery piece which I had made for sale.  It has been performed in public as well. I hope that you will enjoy reading this and that it will bring back memories of pleasant times by the water.


Water washes over me
smoothing my rough edges
shaping me as seasons pass
making me more beautiful

Small children make me skip
as I skim over smooth waters
squeals of delight
as I fly through the air.

Now transformed into jewellery
My new purpose in life!


River stone wrapped.

Taken by a friend of mine five or six years ago

Wilma Seville is active in the Hamilton writing scene, performing her work at various venues.  Her work has been published in England and Canada.  She writes poetry, short stories and articles for magazines and newspapers.  She was a former newspaper staff reporter for a Toronto community newspaper.  She also does volunteer work by sitting on different committees and will be starting to work with the VON to help with their newsletter. She was also an editor for a newsletter in Toronto.

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