PRETTY POLLY PERKINS

The year was 1929,

It was the eighteenth day,

The month was March, the week began

In a most unusual way.

For that’s when Denis John was born

Into the Perkins’ fold,

And rumour says that this fine babe

A sight was, to behold.

After his education gained,

Comptometers, built he,

With no job satisfaction,

He yearned authority.

At twenty five he wed his bride,

His childhood sweetheart fair,

And in his eyes, ’twas plain to see

That love was in the air.

And so a uniform he donned,

For R.A.F. and Police,

He loved the thought of having power,

And also, keeping peace.

Now for the I.P.A. he worked.

And traveled to and fro,

In nineteen sixty seven, moved

Into Ontario.

With family reared and grandkids,

At sixty five, retired,

Memories to look back on, of

The life he had acquired

Now “Pretty Polly Perkins”

Aint so little anymore,

We send congratulations,

For he now has reached four score.

Colin Ross

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

25 have past July 17th 2023

💝 ' 25 ' H a v e P a s t 💝 W as it really so long ago? I t seems like just a few, L ove was boundless in the air, L ooking down on you . I remember my old dad, that's A ileen’s grandad, too, M arching slowly, up the aisle, A dorned by none, but you. N ext he gave you to your men, your D ad, pastor, and beau, A ileen and William pronounced their vows I nsisting love would grow. L ike yesterday, I’m sure it seems, E ven though it’s gone so fast, E xactly where, did those years fly? N ow " twenty-five " have past.

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

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