Here lies a woman

Here lies a poor woman who was always tired,

For she lived in a place where help wasn’t hired.

Her last words on earth were, Dear friends I am going

Where washing ain’t done not sweeping nor sewing,

And everthing there is exact to my wishes,

For there they don’t eat and there’s no washing of dishes,

Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never,

For I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.


Back in the day

30 May 2020

I saw a coyote this morning, now that the humans are staying indoors the wild animals are getting close to buildings while they look for food.

The coyote was walking beside the church – knox united where I live –

he was staying close to the shadows. There was no garabge cans outside no leftovers so he ran to where there were some trees and I lost sight of him.

The swings and slides at the park are still, the basket ball court is silent as the wind drags clouds across the sun.

No church bells on Sundays and the roads are quiet with out the school bus rambling along the streets.

At the end of day

At the end of day, when the sky is dark and the work is finished, the forces gather. Most are unaware of their existence. They are as old as their sisters the stars.

I came upon them one night as I was climbing the hill behind the church. I felt a presence stirring all around and my eyes darted about searching for a form, but found only the dark space between my self and the Moon.

I sought higher ground and studied the grassy hill where some trees loomed out over the crest of the hillside their branches piercing the black velvet that had wrapped around them.

I sat down on a sprawled root and dangled my legs over the cliff.

Down below a bright light shone on the No Mans Land between the church and the woods. The wind commanded the long grass of the feild and beckoned the evergreens to join in its dance.

The tall pines swayed and rubbed its branches in time to the winds serenade. My world seemed a far off place from where I sat.

From my notebook

  • My Father was a Police man, so to protect me from being beaten by a bully, I would say that my Dad worked for the government. Some of the kids in my class had a parent that was arrested by my father. Grade 1
  • my brother was going to be run over by a guy driving a snowmobile, but Dad was able to run and pick up my brother and lift him up out of the way.
  • My sister and I found a hunting rifle while playing in the woods in Hastings. We went back to our grandparents house and bought our father to the place where we found the rifle.
  • Grand father would warm our mittens by putting them in the wood burning stove ( bread warming part of the stove)
  • While I was living on my own the apartment building I was living in caught on fire. No one was hurt and after the fire we could move back in. I moved back but I did not stay very long. I could still hear the fire alarms ringing.

In the good old summer time

This is from my note book, these things happened some time ago.

In the summer Mom and Dad would pack the car and we would go to the beach for a B.B.Q and a swim in the lake, it was a park that was very close to a trailer camp ground. The big ticket for the park was that it was a super Park, so every thing to play on was very large and spread out over the sand that was part of the beach that led to the lake.

Mom always knew when the beach and super Park would be empty !

We had it all to ourselves, the lake, the picnic tables and the super park

play ground. How did she know that no one els would be there.

All Things Pass


All things pass

A sunrise does not last all morning

All things pass

A cloudburst does not last all day

All things pass

Nor a sunset all night

All things pass

What always changes?

Earth, sky, thunder mountain.. water..

wind … fire…lake…

These change

And if these do not last

Do man’s visions last?

Do man’s illusions?

Take things as they come

All things pass.