Underneath the earth’s black core
I found a rock of precious stone.
I took it home and hid it away
Never trusting my luck that
I had found it.
But when I died it did not stay there.
It was cut and shaped for the world to share.
So, if, you have a hoarded gem.
Stop and think of how its been.
Now one ever knowing it was there….
And you too miserable to share its beauty.
If you could have the happiness
That you give others.
If you could hear their praises
The pride when they speak your name.
If you could know how thoughts of you
Fill their lonely hours
And drive away the pain.
You wouldn’t sit there wondering
And thinking as you do.
You’d look up at me and see
What I say is true.
Seasons of Love
The forest is dancing with colour.
The brook is singing a happy song.
This is a picturesque time of year.
I am glad that you are near.
The trees are covered with whipping cream
Skaters are dancing on the stream
The lights on our tree are nice and clear
And I am glad that you are near.
The buds are blooming on the branches.
The water promises many romances.
The day is warm; the sky is blue
And I am still so happy
To be with you.
The saying is
“That a man is only as good
As the woman behind him.”
I believe that a Woman
Is only a Woman
With the right man.
If she can find him!
Do you think for one moment…
That I lived before
You came and made it worth the while.
And could you ever possibly guess the hell I
Should have to face
If you are gone?
Happiness is many things:
A child that smiles
A bird that sings.
But my Happiness
Is Precious, Dear
For it’s the moments when you’re near!
I see her sitting there alone.
Waiting, quietly all alone.
I pity her.
She is thinking of the days
Before her children
Went their ways…
How often they would laugh and chime
While climbing up to the hill
To be on time..
To meet her husband, their Father.
Her family was complete.
And now her thoughts come back
To watching people on the street.
It is as she watches me that she sees…
The empty carriage that we push.
She pities me.
Into my book, I press a leaf.
Onto the leaf, many lines
As the leaf is pressed
An aroma breaks upon the air
Upward, upward, upward
I do have a leaf
And some lines well pressed
That is worth the living!
Go away, so I can miss you.
Go far away, so I can hold my memories close.
Go beyond the next hill and when you get there
And remember that I love and always will.
But for now —- leave me,
And go to her and then
Someday when she has crushed your spirit’s
And made you pay…
Remember, I told you to go away.
Many roads have I traveled
Many highways and paths
Many hearts have I entered
And they entered mine.
But all I have left is this silly old rhyme.
If someday this rhyme
Could tell of all the joys
That was given so free
There would never be silence
Or hearts filled with pain.
For the lovely things
Will always remain.
Water dancing by the highway
Or trickling down a mountain
Never has quite the appeal
As a child-covered-fountain.
I may never be a poet,
Writer, or singer to a throng
But in my heart are many words
And my pencil glides along.
Do you have a candle?
Have you lit it recently?
Have you bowed your head
In silent thanks for blessings
Have you written to a Friend?
Had a neighbour in for tea?
Gone across the street to help another
Shared your smile graciously?
Lift up your eyes;
And do something for a change
It is boring hearing just your voice.
But when your voice is blended
With many many more
You’ll find the road is brighter
And lighter is the chore.
I miss the laughter in your eyes.
The smile in just a look.
The gentle hand clasped round my cheek.
And our own hide-away nook.
I miss the sunrise we often shared.
The quiet talks;
Staying up late.
I know I miss them now my love.
For now, it is too late!
I wish I didn’t love you
The way you haunt my brain
I wish I didn’t need you
The way your touch drives away pain
I wish I didn’t want you
The way you make life worth-while
I wish I didn’t love you
But then “dammit all”
If you would like to see
All of Canada’s beauty
Rolled up into one
Visit Cochrane Lakes
As it is setting sun.
The mountains stand on guard to see the
Lady gather up her gown of light.
The trees spread wide their
Arms to welcome in the night.
And the lake, the lake who gives so much beauty
Now graciously reflects that of the sun.
So stand some night by Cochrane Lake
For all of Canada’s beauty rolled up into one.
The Birthday Poem 1965
This birthday poem is written for you.
In partial thanks for the things that you do.
You stew and worry and get all upset
But I think you realize as plain as is day
That I love my Daddy
In my own special way.
I don’t write letters
Or visit a lot
But I know where to go
When on a spot…
Or looking for work to do
(Man is there a lot)!
Forgive my ‘funning” as I try to explain
And I give you my love
On your Birthday again.