Category Archives: Poetry

Back Roads, Batchawana

A travelled logging road

A small lake, swampy

The hills awash in color

Not a breath of a wind

Artist reflections on calm waters

A scene from the North Country

Lake Superior country

Superior, North of Batchawana

The rugged shoreline of Lake Superior

Of an age long gone

Trees struggling for survival

In a harsh environment

Strong cold winds , gale force

Yet here they belong

The pounding of the waves

On a wild November day

The ominous sky is gray

Reshaping the rocks of a volcanic age

The shoreline constantly changing

Streamside

The joy of being streamside

The music of running water

The sunlight filtering through

The cedar trees

A fallen cedar tree beckons

A place of peace and solitude

Killarney, Georgian Bay

The morning mist in rolling

The morning sun arriving

The rocky shoreline ghostly

Full of color in the low light

The lichen showing bright

The mornings cool lighting

Mother nature’s palette of colors

Of an artist’s earth tones

This composition was created one morning at the lighthouse near Killarney on Georgian Bay

This Is For You

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I wrote this poem for my beautiful wife as we weather the storm

This is for you

A love so true

You are always close

Not so far away

Sometimes when I am down

You are always around

You are such a gift

In one another. we believe

This is for you

A love so true

A love so true

A dream come true

The days are never long

When I know I belong

Lost in your love

A dream come true

It is good to be

In your arms again

Close to your heart beat

It is always a treat

This is for you

A love so true

A love so true

A dream come true

When I look into your eyes

I see the sunlight

Ever so bright

I love you so

This is for you

A love so true

You are always close

Not so far away

This is for you

A love so true

A love so true

A dream come true

Swaying To The Beat

The rhythm of the drums

The setting of the sun_MG_1133_4686

Over the quieting ocean

A hint of the color red

On the far horizon

Caught up in the mood

Swaying to the beat

Of many beating drums