Love Lyric author unknown

No candy filled hearts

Of cupid with darts

I'm past all of that

I've whethered the quake

I'll settle my love

For a porterhouse steak.

Here's to the Spirit, that flickers within

Eager to grow, yet stifled by sin

Often ignored, by a stubborn mind

Seeing all things yet is treated as blind

Longing for decades to soar with the words

That are heard from Great Spirits, soaring like birds

Loving the simpliest pleasures on earth

Like a dew drop on green grass as it trickles to earth

Knowing that one day this spirit will soar

When Great Eagle meets me... I'll want never more. CW

Mr. and Mrs. Over The Hill

Pick me a flower, when I've worked hard all day

When I've scrubbed out the bathroom and baked for no pay

A note on scrap paper, that says "I Love You"

Means a lot more to me than a card sent on que

"A Thanks" for a meal, I've created from scraps

Means you admire my efforts, through financial traps

You say I'm the most beautiful lady you know

In spite of the grey hairs and wrinkles that show

You are more than a husband and my heart I extend

Cause I've got myself one hell of a friend

You talk to me, comfort me... when I feel all alone

I'm ever so glad that you made me your own

So when Birthdays and Valentines days do arrive

Let's get all dressed up and go for a drive

I don't need a card of cupid and dart

I sure don't need candy of chocolate and hearts

I'm long past the commercialized "LOVE, LUST and TEARS"

Let's laugh and eat hearty and enjoy our last years. CW

Dial A Child author unknown

The line was busy 20 years

Always attached to children's ears

But now the kids are on their own

And I, at last can use the phone

I'm often surprised to find, I've dialed

The number of an absent child.

A Caycuse Winter Lament

"Twas the night before Christmas, when the Brass, all escaped

In hopes that the sun, would come melt their mistakes

The chains were all hung, by the graders with care

In hopes they'd sit idle...'till at least next year

The bosses were nestled, all snug in their beds

While visions of RESTRAINTS danced in their heads

And Ma, in her gumboots and I quite assured

We headed to Cowichan, to pick out our bird

When half way us Grosslegs, there arose such a clatter

The wife started screaming and yelled "What's the matter"

..... Away we went back, to go 'round the lake

The car sure is shaking, I hope it don't break

With snow quickly turning, to icy big ruts

To make it to Caycuse, you had to have guts

An old-timer stated "This just isn't right!"

"The road's always been graded for us New Year's night

Well... the year is behind us and we STILL can not drive

We here in Caycuse, wish the company a Happy 85! CW

I'm A Parent

If I could live my life again

Though all the heartaches, all the pain

The one thing that was always right

Was my son, for whom I'd fight

And how I wish and how I worry

That he'll be fine, when I am buried

I wish that he could see through me

What booze and drugs can do, you see

You start to drink and tag along

Yet all the time you know its wrong

People that you love so much

They lose their minds, are out of touch

And with your broken heart, you leave

Your babe in arms, your tears on sleeve

You hope that life will treat you right

You cry and cry..... can't sleep at night

And then one day, you turn to see

Your baby, is a man to be

And everything you love and cherish

Could leave one night, get drunk and perish

What then, would become of me?

I could not feel, I'd cease to be. CW

Ode to my 1964 Impala SS..it was a beauty!

I went cruising down the straight stretch, past the wildflower reserve

When sharp boulders on the Caycuse road, I suddenly observed

I hit the binders quickly and put her down in low

And thought aloud "The company is putting on a show!"

Was it Lawson, was it Parlee, that did this dreadful deed?

I wish I had a company truck, so I could make some speed

The crumbies and the company trucks, with peddles to the floor

Sped out... with rocks a flying and then my tire tore!

Well' I cursed half way down Grosslegs, then a pick-up truck appeared

The piercing gaze of Coterill... as the driver sat and sneared

Well, I swore for 15 minutes, while, my tire Jack did change

Then the driver said "I'm Al Schultz, I'm in charge of this here range

"Well" I said "you must be very proud of your graders on this day!"

Jack... just grinned and snickered as I finished up my say

Schultz, would not admit it, as to who made this awful mess

But those of us in private cars, could very easily guess

I know it wasn't Sirup or Zboyovsky, that's for sure!

Which can only leave me wondering, Who spread all this MANURE? CW

My Son...many have been written in his honor!

Here I sit all broken hearted, my girl and I forever parted

Paid my money...bought my booze, but I got sick and had to snooze

My girl got mad.... she hit the roof. She took off with some big, dumb goof

I've missed the dance... I've lost my girl, and now I'm with my buddy KURL

He takes me home and lets me know, that off to court.. I'll have to go

My mum's in tears... about to crack. I wish I had my ten bucks back. CW

A Friend 

A friend is a person you trust and admire

He tells you his feelings, he's never a liar

Sarcastic perhaps, but it's all for a laugh

Cause you sense that this person, won't give you the shaft

The eyes of a buddy, can tell you a lot

Of the good times and bad and the batlles he's fought

And just being in the presence of someone who cares

Comes the feeling of knowing your life has been shared

And though, I've known loves, that have long slipped away

They haven't been friends and I'd just like to say

That you I admire, I love and adore

And I want you to feel free, to knock on my door. C.W. for RALPH

The Caycuse Road (boy I don't miss that road)

Anyone who has diarrhea, should avoid the Caycuse road

For at 15 miles per hour, you are sure to loose your load

Now if, you are constipated and suffer that abuse

Just take a drive to Caycuse and the road will shake it loose

Now friends don't come too often, to visit my abode

It simply isn't worth it, to drive that shitty road. Bill Gilgan my Dad

School Dance grade 11

He left home all dressed to kill

And in his pocket a twenty bill

He got just what he bargained for

Silent Sam... and so much more

Got his booze and hid it well

But who ever stole it... will not tell

Searched the forest with his buds

The vodka's gone and no more suds

Revenge is in his heart tonight

But if he had found it.."bloody rights!"

For it is not for me to say

He wasted time and hard earned pay

But I do think, if he had found

Somebody's bottle in the ground

He would have said, My "LUCKY "day!

And would he admit it? Who can say. C.W.

A Mother's Lament

The baby fussed most of the night, it's teething time again

Your son woke up at 5 A.M., so I got up and then

I staggered to the bathroom dear and what I saw was grim

He showed me what he'd drawn for you, so proud you'll be of him!

He'd crayoned just as carefully as a 4 year old can do

All over MY NEW WALLPAPER!... a logging truck for you!

"That's Daddy driving that big truck! MOM? Do you think it's nice?"

"Oh son!" said I "Your daddy's gonna think it's paradise!"

Well DEAR, you've had your breakfast, your lunch is made and packed

It's 6:30 in the morning and the crummy just honked out back

I know the diaper pail, does stink, but today the sun will shine

So I'll fill up the ringer washer and hang diapers on the line

Give me a kiss and be careful, while your at work today

Just what we'll have for supper dear, I'm too pooped to really say

We're almost out of groceries, so I'll have to make some bread

I hope you get a deer soon... and fill it full of lead

This summer you'll be out on strike and that I really dread

Oh! The doctor calls today, you know? The rabbit's probably dead!

Don't stick out that chest and smile, you proud son of a gun

I'll tell you a thing or two... next time you want some fun. C.W .

A Father's Lament

I heard the baby in the night, so I fed and changed her then

I staggered back to bed and saw, you're looking pale again

The extra weight that you've put on doesn't bother me that much

As the way you drag around this house and growl each time we touch

You say you're tired all the time, you're worked right off your feet

You're not the girl I married and... we rarely ever speak

If I didn't have to go to work to keep this family fed

I'd dress you in the finest clothes and give you roses red

But, every second year it seems we always are on strike

So we can't afford the dishwasher or the carpeting you'd like

Our lives are not the bowl of cherries, we both thoguht that it would be

But our kids are sure the greatest gift, you've ever given me

My life when I was single was a lonely boring grind

And now I'm so darned busy, but I really do not mind

You can make a dinner out of leftovers that taste, fantastic dear

You let me watch my hockey, and you bring me a cold beer

You're keeping this household together and it surely ain't no breeze

And believe me, I do appreciate you! Although sometimes I tease

Saturday, I'll mow the lawn and pick up doggie dung

Sunday if the sun shines, we'll go out and have some fun

You can pack the picnic basket and we'll load the kids up too

And drop them at your mother's place! Yeah! That is what we'll do!

We'll spread out our special blanket, though it may be worn and torn

And we'll hold hands and think of times... before the kids were born.

Geremy's 20th Birthday

I've missed your dirty underwear

Ever since you moved away.

So I threw some on the bedroom floor

But it wasn't quite the same

Happy Birthday Geremy and many more to come

From the one who loves you most of all

Your one and only MUM C.W.

Spirits Dance

It rises every morn at dawn and is never twice the same

The colored lights of sunrise are an artist's claim to fame

But mix and match all colours and spread with seasoned care

Then step back and see the beauty.WAIT! I think there's something there!

With every breath, with every blink the colours change their hues

Could it be Spirits dancing on the early morning dew?

Soaring, spinning, twirling into the light of day

Here to keep us company until they make their way

Standing here about us to see the days work through

Seeing us safely homeward and then exiting on cue

Happy that their days work, is successful and complete

Do they leap upon a sunset and rest their weiry feet?

Surrounding themselves in shades of pink, from pale to deep dark rose

Do they laugh and joke about our day as they rest their little toes? C.W.

Christmas Birthday Wishes

I came here seeking knowledge for an emptiness within

To understand the things I "SAW" and not to worship HIM

For I believed in no one, except perhaps myself

But quickly met a couple who would offer me great wealth

No bible thumping sermons about fire, hell and doom

I knew in just a moment, these folks sang a different tune

No fancy stained glass windows, no robes or vestments worn

Just simple honest spirit truths, of why we all are born

Jesus came to tell us of the visions he had seen

He healed the sick and lived a life of non materialistic means

We're told he was a child of God, who stood in heaven's light

We're told we too are from this source and shine ever so bright

A power higher, stronger... has sent us with HIS love

And provided us an Angel, for when we need a shove

And so today, I thank-you, for sharing all you knew

For it has been two thousand years since rumors of you flew

Since you Jesus, walked the earth plane on your humble chosen paths

Since you continued onward, after suffering others raths

So I would like to thank-you, for all that you have done

And for all you still are doing, "Happy Birthday to God's son!" C.W.

Jesus Ahatonia (Jesus Is Born)

Canada’s first Christmas carol, written by Father Jean de Brebeuf in the Huron language

‘Twas in the moon of winter-time. When all the birds had fled,

That Mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel-choirs instead.

Before their light the stars grew dim, And wand’ring hunters heard the hymn:

Jesus, your King is born;

Jesus is born.

In excelsis gloria.

Within a lodge of broken bark The tender Babe was found,

A ragged robe of rabbit skin Enwrapped His beauty round;

But as the hunter braves drew nigh, The angels-song rang loud and high,

Jesus, your King is born;

Jesus is born.

In excelsis gloria.

The earliest moon of winter-time Is not so round and fair.

As was the ring of glory on The helpless Infant there.

And chiefs from far before Him knelt. With gifts of fox and beaver pelt.

Jesus, your King is born;

Jesus is born.

In excelsis gloria.

O children of the forest free, O sons of Manitou,

The Holy Child of earth and heav’n Is born to-day for you.

Come kneel before the radiant Boy, Who brings you beauty, peace and joy.

Jesus, your King is born;

Jesus is born.

In excelsis gloria.

Rememberance Day Service

(Some of my poems come to me through automatic writing. I can not take credit for them, I only write what is given to me from my spirit friends. The following poem was given to me by a Canadian soldier in his early 20's, on Rememberance Day 1994)

I marched, with head held proudly, my chest was filled with pride

So many were, so proud of me, yet, my wife and mother cried

We set sail in ships and aircraft, guns and ammo at our sides

Yet deep within our beings, pounded hearts with fear inside

I am one, of many million, who fought bravely during war

I saw many fall in combat as the shells their bodies tore

I looked sadly upon Dunkirk and the bodies on the shore

The sight was dark, with fear and hate, it chilled me to the core

For I had fought for love of country and with pride my rifle aimed

In a war to end all others, so they thought and so they named

But know this, that in these heavenly ranks, no bullets bear our names

We march now filled with love and light, so no others die in vain

For it is not, the Master's plan, that countries should dispute

It is against GOD'S LAWS, against his LOVE, to kill and hurt

I would ask not to be remembered for how bravely I did fight

I would ask you all to realize; the fighting was not right!

Uplift the weak and heal your sick, give comfort to those who mourn

Give shelter to your homeless and let peace on earth be born. C.W.

My Easter Wish (Automatic Writing)

I wonder what you would do, if upon your lawn of green

Lay a ragged dirty stranger, the likes you've never seen

Would you welcome him and feed him well or be horrified instead

(What ever would the neighbours think) is going through you head

Would you view the muck and mire that is caked upon his feet

Ask him please to shower, before he takes a seat

Would you slip him twenty dollars and say "Please, please, go away!"

"The neighbours wouldn't understand if I asked you to stay"

Would you say "Come in and welcome to this our home and please

Sit down and rest your weary feet, while I put on some tea"

If Jesus came to your house, I wonder what you'd do

Do you think you'd recognize Him? I sure wonder what I'd do!

He's my brother, He's my mentor but I've been programmed in my head

To avoid all strange and dirty folks, lest I should end up dead

It's fear I think, installed from birth that has tightened up my heart

And I beg you God to help me now, so that I can do my part

For in each and every being, lives a part of Jesus too

And I want to recognize this, in all people just like you

If Jesus comes to my house, let me please welcome HIM and be

Nitinaht Wind

A still crisp morning snow and a lake of mirrored glass

A snowflake tumbles freely and it makes a little splash

The cold and misty morning haze is lifting at the Gap

As I yawn and start the morning and the waves begin to slap

Jagged, black and slimy rocks protrude and tales they preach

Of fishermen and sailors who have died, within their reach

The tidal shores of Nitinaht are a world that few have seen

And those who live to tell my tales, respect its bitter scene

I've seen the young and old alike in ships of finest craft

Be ripped apart and hammered hard against this morbid mass

I've tried my best to save, the many souls that lie below

I get behind a little wave and start to blowin' slow

I pick that wave up in the air, it must be fifty feet

And hurl it up at jagged rocks, 'till foam begins to leap

With giant logs and rocks and wrecks, I beat the shores ahead

But they break away so slowly and soon man will come I dread

The tidal shores of Nitinaht are a world that few men know

And I just want to tell you... don't come see me when I blow. C.W.

Xmas

Christmas, it's the time of year

To open our hearts and spread good cheer

To share our love with those we love

To be thankful and loving to the powers above

Spreading peace and goodwill to all mankind

The poor, the downtrodden, the child that is blind

And won't the earth be, a much nicer place

When all of God's children, wear a smile on their face

When we all have the spirit of Christmas all year

And no where on earth, lives a heart filled with fear

This season of giving, with holly berries red

Should be practiced all year and all mouths should be fed

No tears from the children, all hunger pains gone

No fighting, no wars... these just memories, long gone

We came here to make a change on this earth

Let's do all we can to see heaven's rebirth. C.W.

1996 I caught that pneumonia that was from deer mice and nearly died.

Ode To Nurses Judy and Caroline

It's been Oh! So! Very interesting here at C.D.H.

Recovering from pneumonia is a very simple fate

The hospital's overcrowed and each night in droves they come

Some O.D., some just pee, while others hold their bums

I thought myself unlucky as a patient in this place

My roommate is a little off and pees most any place

But fortunately for her this eve, she slept so very sound

For what met my nose and eyes tonight was a putrid rotten mound

The fellow just across the hall's been full of poop for days

But a little drink of castor oil and to my room he grazed

His trousers down around his feet and poop ran from both nuts

To run the gammut past this smell, I tell you took some guts

The nurses came a running... and braked at the great smell

The cleaned and scraped the shitty man and sent him to his cell

They wiped up all the smoldering crap as if it was the norm

The aroma hung in 209, 'till well into mid morn

And how old Mrs. S... , slept through it. I shall never know

That old fellow sat just inches from her head when he let go

I always thought of nurses as earth's angels dressed in white

Who walked the halls in sensible shoes all hours of the night

I had put them on a pedestal above waitresses and maids

Who compationately came running each time a patient bades

But after 4 long week in this place, I'd say they work in hell

The way the patients bitch about food and hang upon their bells

With puke and constipation... pee and crap on every ward

It's a miracle some patients are not strangled with their cord

There must surely be a special place within God's Master Plan

For nurses in the afterlife... a place with no bed pans

Perhaps they're given wings of gold with sparkling colours bright

And put their feet up on a sunset, until dawns early light

There must surely be a grand reward for all the love they show

It's a thankless job most often and there's not a lot of dough

I have been in Victoria General and the old Jubilee hospital too

But the nurses here in Duncan, are the best and I thank YOU! C.W.