Shawn L. Bird

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poem- then December 16, 2013

A note to us

back then:

These days are precious;

you will savour your

memories of camaraderie

at the end of the road,

from the distance of

two decades.

Warm wood fires,

and warmer friendships,

Mothers and small children

budding careers,

and many dreams

were nurtured there

at the end of the road.

World travels,



All dreams you barely

dare to dream

come true

in time.

Still, that time

at the end of the road

with faith and friendship,

warm hearts,

is where our daring



For Claudia (and Heather and Francine and the rest of the Woods Road gang, actual and honourary) as I remember cookie exchanges, coffee, tea, cooking lessons, painting, laughter, prayer, and bats. 🙂


poem- reminiscence November 2, 2013

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The rain on this sky light

makes me long for

pattering on the tin roof,

a warm wood stove,

old friends

from then.



Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.

Oh look!  It was for sale again! Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993.  I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that  (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom.  Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it).  I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs!  We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way.  I wonder where their living room furniture is?  >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place.  Sometimes I still dream of this house.


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