Nothing Else Planned - Ian Duquemin

Will you walk with me darlin’?
Will you take hold my hand?
I don't know where we're going
But we got nothing else planned
Let's head for the sunset
Watch it fall from our view
I will keep you beside me
The entire night through
We can lay in the fresh fields
Count the stars in the skies
I will keep those that shimmer
In the stillness, of your eyes
And the moon it shall greet us
Like an old trusted friend
And paint you in silver
In this time, that we spend
When we wake in the morning
With the beckoning sun
We will follow it somewhere
We’ll just keep, moving on
As long as we're together
We are never alone
And whatever we find there
We will make that our home
But let's take long time
Be it gentle and safe
This path which we travel
Is a journey, one of faith
And as we grow older
We can look back and say
That we did this together
And we've come a long way
But each step was worthy
And every day new
This life that I dreamed of
Was inspired by you
And when we both lay down
For the very last time
I will keep hold your fingers
And your hand, clasped in mine
We can roam into twilight
Where we never will part
Our journey continued
Yet only, just the start
Will you walk with me darlin’?
Will you take hold my hand?
I don't know where we're going
But we got nothing else planned

Ian Duquemin

Schooly McSchoolface - Donald Keyman

Lisia, Lesia, which one is easier?
Are both of them not barmier
Than good old Sarnia?

Lisia, Lesia, are they not both uselesser
Than the people who have made
A school without grades?

Lisia, Lesia, which do you prefer?
The question they'd never ask
Until it was answered by Craske

Donald Keyman

Grandma’s picture - Tony Gardner

She stands there just exactly where
I stood the other day
The only difference is we were
A hundred years away
I was in Twenty seventeen
For her the War raged on
Her man was out there fighting
She was home here with their son
In the photo she looks haggard
She knew some would not return
But Hope burned bright within her
And her lucky candle burned
For Grandpa came back safely
Though he left some brothers there
Sleeping through the history
And Time that should be theirs
Grandma, Grandpa Thank you
For facing what I don't know if I could do

Tony Gardner

The Body Keeps The Score - Kate Gallienne

As I stand in my garden, surrounded by trees
I question what’s real and what’s not
My senses inhale the nature around
My memory brings back the forgot

See my body remembers what my mind's erased
Taking me back in time
As if I was reliving the past that was
I begin to question my mind

I am safe here, it is not true
The feelings I feel deep inside
I look to the outside instead of within
I begin to question my mind

Confusion reigns as I’m torn between
Myself and all that I know
How can I trust my feelings
When to do so, I’d let myself go

So I hold on tight to this day and time
I breathe into myself again
I steady my body which soothes my mind
Bringing me back today…and then…

Calmly and slowly I begin to heal
Understanding the disconnect
For my body remembers what happened
Whilst my mind it's tried hard to forget.

Kate Gallienne

La Biche - Richard Fleming

This is the age of clarity:
we know more than our fathers did.
Vulgarity, celebrity,
exposure of what has been hid,
has made us seem immune to fear:
in short, disdainful, cavalier.
But when, returning from a bar,
through labyrinthine, narrow lanes
in old St Martin’s parish, far
from lights and noise, the wind complains,
the bushes sigh and move apart,
fear, beyond reason, grips the heart
and suddenly, instinct, within,
alarmed, awakes to fight or flight.
The child, inside the adult’s skin,
feels terror in the starless night,
imagining an outline, stark,
twin-horned, approaching through the dark.

Richard Fleming