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Saturday, February 21, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
JAMES DEAHL
There will be a National Poetry Month celebration in Hamilton for both Under the Mulberry Tree and the Lummox anthology. Here are the details:
DATE: Sunday, April 19
TIME: 2:15 – 5:30
PLACE: Artword Artbar
15 Colbourne Street
Hamilton
READERS: An All Star Cast!
This should be a magical literary event in The Hammer.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
WILMA SEVILLE
Seasons of my Life
My feet crunch on icy snow
white clouds, grey underbelly
hover over my bowed head
ready to dump more white stuff
sun sinks on horizon
ice and snow shimmer
footsteps etched on lake
naked trees shiver in wind
utter silence as I walk
beside Lac St. Louis
fond thoughts of times gone by
I’m “home” for a visit
to touch base with my roots
deep in Lachine soil
black ice underfoot, I slip
why did I come in winter
temperatures twenty below
a need for boots, overcoat
scarf and warm mittens?
Shivering, I walk fast
anxious to get to my cousin’s
place - a haven for me
a return to “home”
We sip hot chocolate
my glasses steam up
we reminisce of 50 years ago
back yard gardens
vegetables & flowers
my favourite spot
the wooden playhouse
which overlooks the lane
new life in Spring
feathery leaves burst out
on gray tree trunks
crocuses & daffodils
lily of the valley thrive.
neighbours venture outside
call greetings and stop to chat
streets and sidewalks alive
with kids playing games
rugby, marbles, hop scotch
skipping and Mother-Mother, May I?
streetlights come on, time is up
hands grip bike handles
strong legs pump - head home
Shad flies, mass together
mesmerized by light poles
fall victim to man’s wheels
crunch underfoot as I walk
stench overpowers nose
they lie thick on ground
impossible not to step on them
I shudder as I hear them pop
through the lane I race
as the train from Montreal arrives
familiar smells at Lachine Station
I’m glad to see my Dad
summer in Lachine, lazy days
school over - freedom!
summer cottage in Ile Perrot
swimming twice a day
hair washing in the lake
ivory soap floats away
row boat takes me far
oars dipping into the coolness
of the lake, solitude I desire
to think and to pray
Inner tube on gentle waves
lulls me, refreshes me
peace reigns on this sunny day
all too soon, September here
school days begin again
easy living of summer gone
it’s Halloween, how exciting!
I don my cherished outfit
trick or treat with friends.
bob for apples or sing a song
in the hope of getting a treat
Scene after scene comes
as we walk together down memory lane
tramping through deep snow to the Pier
to pick out a Christmas tree.
decorated tree sparkles with tinsel
photos taken of starry-eyed children
wrapped gifts sit mysteriously
waiting for Christmas day.
our hot chocolate finished
we call it a day, climb the stairs
bid each other a good night
to dream, perhaps, of times gone by.
Copyright(c)WilmaSeville 2015
Editor's note: This poem was written for an on-line group of people from my home town. I have enjoyed writing it and hope that it resonates with others.
A further note, so far on the Lachine group I have had so many good comments on this poem. I am so thrilled that it resonated with so many people. It made my day!
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