THE GHOSTS OF RENFREW

Silver shadows cast across the grass

A place with mustard ochre blooms

Behind us the road stretches eastward

And before us the story was told

of champions built.

Before the path was sliced out of shale and stone

It lay dormant with only a dirt path to follow

Up to the pond narrows

And back to the flats

Just between the Renfrew and the Rideau

They once shone.

Sometimes late in the winter huddle

The voices still speak of the ice they once skated

And the melted snow of spring runs off like a ghost of beating hearts

Staring out any Eastern Ontario window

Back into our eyes

Where the fire once burned.

Influences:

John Kasyn, osa b1926

William Kurelek rca,osa 1927-1977

Lawren Harris prca,osa 1885-1970

Jean-Paul Lemieux rca 1904-1990

Alfred Joseph Casson prca,posa 1898-1992

SNOW DEVIL (near flagg road)

From smoked torn white

The wind rips it's path

Ice laden beasts they are

Dancing, floating, blinding

Sky as grey as an owl

To being as blue as a lark

The tango is stepped

Whirled in a cyclone of chill

Push harder snow devil

Push harder

"..for Canadian rogue painters, Hesse's work will make it's mark.."

 Darren Laine-all eyes on arts magazine-ottawa

REFLECTED GLORY

Woe,to the sounds of past whispers

The tide unyielding to us

Deepness of the sky's blushing face

And the waters moodiness from calm to cross.

A shore peppered with potato buds

And mayfly's spiral circles around

Each plant swaying in the winds of isle

Paradise off a sideroad or up a path nearby.

Look across to the orange halflight

shining it's reflected glory

Over the sides of sand swept dunes

And wind licked knolls brushed by salty breezes.

God speaks to lovers along here

In confidence only, of course

And joins hearts by welding passion

With truth, faith and integrity

Be close to the shore of water's edge

And walk the path the dead might see

Just before they stroll to heaven

They might have been here just once.