Winter's Tales

By Lawrence Sandy

Off to Benton Harbour
Summer Holidays
Learning to Drive
Taking a Walk
What a Beautiful Day
A Winter's Tale
Good Night, Sweetheart
The Two Pears
Summer Love
Breakfast Tidbit
In the Winter of Our Life
A Purim Spiel
Negative vs. Positive
What Would I Do
   Without Poetry?

Waking Up
Spring Is in Our Hearts




Summer Holidays

Kay and I sitting on the balcony
enjoying a bright warm afternoon,
comfortable, warm and no humidity.
Taking an odd snooze here and there.

Suddenly Kay shoots a question at me,
“Lawrence, remember what fun,
we and our families had at Galbraith’s,
where we began to know each other.”

Sure do, we were fortunate children
to have parents wanting us to enjoy.
In the early morning hours off we went,
packed in two cars, her Dad’s and mine.

Our first stop, at a place called Welcome,
for some of us needing the break.
Then on to the next stop, Napanee.
A good breakfast, next stop, Galbraith’s.

All unpacked and ready for lunch,
invited to join the Alkenbracks at their farm.
An old friend of Dad’s, from days gone by,
a great meal, a ritual oft repeated.

The Sandy cottage, down by the lake,
alongside it, a path always in use,
leading to the three-holer, over water’s edge.
Knock before entering. No locks.

Galbraith’s Grove is surely in the rough.
No electricity, kerosene lamps are here,
No A.C. Use the fans, on batteries.
No water, the lake, the pump at the farmhouse.
The water boy. Who? Me, of course.

The cottage bedded us in comfort,
some of us waking up during the night,
looking for the pot to pee in.
That’s the way it went.

At 5:00 the sound of a crow, cawing away.
You hear the trilling sound of a loon,
nature’s alarm to get you up and going,
and I get up to go fishing with Kay’s Mother.

Coming back, fish in our basket, cleaned them.
There is my Mother at the woodstove,
ready to make breakfast with fish included.
Bountifully fed, the day begins.

  © Lawrence Sandy, 2012  


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