Page 8 Cassiar Courier September 1990 Hidden Pictures Rapunzel a Condensed from.Highlights for Children, February 1990 issue | PSCC CCC CCC CCS CCC CSCC CCC U CCV V SSeS eee ee eee North Star Video and Take Out Foods Video and Machine Rentals Take Outs Hours Subs Monday to Saturday Sandwiches 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. Hot Dogs Hamburgers Sunday French Fries 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. Onion Rings’ Battered Mushrooms Phone 771-3330 ucchini ze Caeser Salad Deborah Sharko Dease Lake B.C. Paver en ar avevarararavencrarerururentn tn Sia a ae a a 2 a a4 BOC a tc gtk kk OO OOO UO OL OO OE * 9 ~ f i. Pee 4 . ce aw y - , c ‘ >a He spider pterodactyl ate a a ae tizard GHON FM , Can you find these Hidden Pictures ——— TiN toothbrush eh! candle (a cara 2 telephone receiver cardinal ee ys Te Nass The Writer’s : Corner The Sourdoughs Lament A white haired man sat alone by his fire, lost in a world of his own. Softly he spoke as if to himself, and his words I remember still. It seems such a shame to go through life and never know the love of a wife, no childrens laughter or squeals of delight, and I've any N longed for it with all of my might. For long have I wandered this world alone, no mate was at my side. ; No bright eyed girl with bouncy curl to love with honor and pride. ‘Never once have I said, "I love you so,®* but I wish I had the older I hammer A grow, and soft on my pillow at night in my bed, The warm tears flow for the life that I've led. It makes me sad to think what I've missed, no loving face turned up to be kissed, no fireside do we set and share, the tears and joys of life well spent. No children to tuck into bed at night, and the one thing that gives all parents delight. These are things I've never had, when a sweet voice says, "I love you dad." No starry eyes on a Christmas morn It's just as if I was never born. When I leave this world with no copy of me, my life as a man is nothing it seems, cause my wife is a fantasy, and my children just dreams. BR@ADCAST EVERY FRIDAY ANY ANNGUNGEM Se Patrick C. Summers Flathead Lake, Montana June 88 Mirrored Stone Reflections cast mirrored | stone A history in rock is shown And with this panaramic view Reveals the natures of the "You" on Miners, millers, and surface too Six days a week work through The ups and downs of the mining Reaching for their goals. and | dreaming! | | Reflections cast on mirrored stone Some old, some new, some alone a seh aaron For changes’ occur every day’ (CHtHIOUNO EEE gn Te Cassiar Courier September 1990 Page 9 Shifting images in another way. But still the mountain people do All they must to get through The good, the bad of their lives Working so the dream is realized Reflections cast on mirrored stone A history that is Erickson's own One with a past, present and future Which only memory will serve to censure! - Lorraine Lanteigne Eye Of The Clown He walks with a stoop and his shoulders droop, his belly's a round little pot Blue Ribbon Material, could any one sane even harbor the thought. He jokes with the kids and teases the girls and some of them think he's a flirt, Others more subtle think only of him as just a silly old jerk. His charm and consideration is like that of a wounded bear and the miles he's made are now displayed in the colour of his hair. The smile on his face is painted there, the glint in his eyes deceiving, His line of wit would lead you on and into firm believing, That he hasn't a care in the whole wide world that's. as big as his rubber nose, But the ache inside is hard to hide so that it never shows. It's all a front to take the brunt of a part that never heals, Just a screen of camouflage to hide the way he feels. Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you go it alone, But hidden within his calloused skin there is someone he must atone. Not for something that he has done that could have been avoided But the difference between a dream he'd seen and what the hands of fate awarded. So the curtain of isolation is | drawn to shut out the world And the sails of his ship of empty dreams are once again unfurled. The show for now is over, For his frame of mind has changed His smile has now turned upside down, his outlook rearranged. He's a rainbow that has_ no colour, he's a book without a page, And you hear no cries for an encore as he takes his leave of the stage. So until his Grand Finale, he works from town to town, With the hardest script in the world to play, the role of a happy clown. Clare Holford ‘No, Lady of Aurora Borealis Like a nugget in the gravel that has missed the miner's eye Like the fledgling bird of paradise that hasn't learned to fly Like the sparkle of a diamond cut by the master's hand Like a tall tree in the forest this lady dares to stand These reflections of her ways imprinted on my mind Of class and style and character so seldom that you find Is she a child of. Venus on loan from up above Venus mastered nothing except the art of love I tried to read the story that was hidden in her smile Was I only chasing rainbows or could I match her style What if I stole a kiss from her what lesson would be learned Would she think it proper to have the kiss returned In the dim glow of the evening while my heart strings being played I held an angel in my arms now the devil must be paid By one who dared to love her more than any other could With a heart that's hard and calloused but still not made of wood Though I didn't say those tender words I said before her time It's better that she reads them, here between the lines And looking out her window at the Yukon Rivers flow May some act of magic set her heart aglow For often in the future though I may be miles away In memories I'll hold her, just as I did that day I'll look up to the heavens in stillness of the nite At the shyness of her beauty Lady of the Northern Lights Zenith Trucker If you have any poems or stories or The Writer’s Corner mail them to: Cassiar Courier Box 100 Cassiar, B.C. 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