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Canada
I am Canadian
Born in Toronto,
We are the friendly ones.
Lived in Alberta,
Experienced the Rocky Mountains.
Watched the eagles play in the morning sunlight.
Tossing and turning above the crystal clear lakes.
Breathed in fresh air scented with the wild flowers.
Living in Ontario,
Land of the Thousand Islands.
Visited British Columbia,
Tropical forests growing wild.
Dipped my toes into the ocean just to say hello.
Watched the fireworks from the mountain peaks.
Hiked the many paths through tropical woods.
Quebec beside me,
Old buildings still standing.
Manitoba I have seen.
Rolling hills of beauty.
The French are known for their Oh la la and food.
I loved the sunsets while driving through the Prairies.
French and English mixing and sharing knowledge.
Saskatchewan, tornado land!
Land of kindness.
Newfoundland, I will see.
White mans first footstep.
Tornadoes whipping across the flat prairie land.
Dust devils playing in the fields of wheat and hay.
Sunrises burning up the sky with all its glory.
New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island,
I will see you soon.
New Province, we celebrate.
But damn if I remember its name!
These are the provinces I have not seen.
One day I will dip my toes in your ocean.
Until then I listen happily to your folk songs.
I am Canadian
By Katharine Clifford, September 14, 2003
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Angel
This is your angel that is hidden from your eyes.
She is only felt deep inside, within your soul.
Stare into her eyes to see the mirror of your Self.
Feel the energy caressing your soul.
Breath in the beauty and the innocence,
Breath out the earthly bonds of materials,
Breath in truth that is so bold,
Breath out the, negativity, of your mortal ego.
The angel she is no longer hidden from your eyes.
Your heart is filled now with unconditional love.
The mirror is no longer needed as before.
Another day begins and again you look into her eyes.
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The Knife
She stood alone staring into the sky.
The moonlight shining on her tear streaked face.
Owls watched her from the trees.
Alone she stands on this moonlit night.
From deep inside she feels the pain.
Her heart is breaking in a million pieces.
Wind, blowing and causing her to shiver.
The end of her journey is near.
She stares sadly into her hands.
Catching the reflection of light on her knife,
That creates a remembrance of forgotten memories.
Saving her life for another day and another night.
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Watch Your Step
Well it's about time you came home!
As usual you open the door without a word,
And you start to walk all over me.
How I would love to gobble you up and spit you out!
You don't even like to get close to me anymore.
When touching me, you have found a way to keep your distance.
I remember the first time that we met.
You touched me all over on your hands and knees.
I should have expected this to come about.
But then again what more could I expect from a human?
After all, I am just the floor, on which you step!
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Adoption
Late at night in the hospital I would hear her cry.
The unwed mother who is still a child.
Her wisdom was now beyond her years.
I watched as plans were made for the unborn child
The new parents picked, starting from a to c.
How wise the choices were being made by the child.
Late at night in the hospital I would hear her cry.
The unwed mother who is still a child.
Her wisdom was now beyond her years.
From her heart she choose what was best,
For the unborn child she loved growing inside.
The bravest mother I have ever known.
Late at night in the hospital I would hear her cry.
The unwed mother who is still a child.
Her wisdom was now beyond her years.
(I'll never forget this girl and how she thought of the child beyond her self.)
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The Doorbell
You can sense her coming for some time.
The air is charged with a silence of the horror to come.
What ever you do, do not answer the door when it rings.
She will come in and knock you down without a thought.
Taking everything you have and perhaps even your life.
The sounds that she makes will make your skin crawl.
What ever you do, do not answer the door when it rings.
Nothing can withstand her crushing force
Her need to dominate all that is before her.
The darkness that is within her that has no soul.
Whatever you do, do not answer the door when it rings.
For it is the nature of this beast to destroy all in its path
Playing in its alleys, the tornado comes to your door
Whatever you do, do not answer the door when it rings.
(My daughter wanted to be a Tornado chaser. I am glad she give me two grandchildren to chase instead.)
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Beyond the Eagle
Let my eagle spirit fly high into the sky.
Flying higher and gliding with the winds.
I search the grounds below for nature’s beauty.
Swiftly I rise above the mountaintops.
I begin my dive into the deep blue sea,
No longer a spirit of the sky.
Plunging into the cold, clear water.
Now I am a spirit of the sea.
Swimming, like an expert through the waves.
And now becoming an ocean dweller.
I see the crystal homes and lights shining brightly.
Beckoning me to come home, but I continue on.
On and on I swim, being lead by something deep inside.
Down to the bottom of the sea and now I go even deeper.
I move through the ground that is under the water.
I am spirit moving faster by time, as we know it.
There are sounds, and vibrations, spinning past my head.
Lights are dancing and something is pulling me even faster.
I travel through this tunnel that is under seas and under ground.
I am feeling thoughts racing faster then I can think them.
Voices speaking but I cannot hear them.
Peace being felt within me and around me.
Love touching me, and surrounding me.
I’m not ready I hear me say.
My work is not done so please send me back
So sadly my friends wave to me goodbye.
And I fly back into the sky in my eagle spirit.
And awaken again in human form.
Now I am awake knowing my life as it is.
I wonder what it is that is left for me to do?
I want to go back, but they hear me no longer.
Then I smile as I see the eagle flying.
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