poetry

I had the pleasure of meeting Lily Earl one sunny afternoon at my cousin Kerri’s house many years ago. To look at her, she resembles most of her young contemporaries; curious, bright, and so very full of light. What you can’t see is her courageous spirit. This is something you feel. A spirit that at two years of age was threatened by an all too common disease: Cancer.

As I meditate on what it means to begin again, I am doing just that: beginning again. I will learn to trust my body and the fortitude of my mind to rise and be stronger. I am broken but will heal.

Freedom is everything. This month Sadie wrote with the ancestors. She took the freedom to dig into the past and find the history that made us free, at least in this country anyway.

As spring shines in, I have been awarded the great honour of Poet Laureate by the Fernie Academy for poetry month. I value this title beyond measure as I recognize that simply by doing what I love, I am accepted, I am recognized, and I am valued by my community. 

Terry Nelson takes a short break from his outdoor adventuring and book hawking to join Sadie this month.

Hailing from the county of Limerick in Ireland, a limerick is a funny poem with a strong beat. It usually consists of three long lines and two short. All in all, it’s a light-hearted romp through a few silly stories.

“Life is the knife edge between tragedy and ridiculousness.”
-Lindsay Vallance

A year ago Amy Attalla and Sadie combined neighbourhood forces to create two pieces of poetry for the January 2018 issue. Now, one year later, the echo of Amy returns.

As I prepared this month’s poem solo, I travelled back in my mind. I went to a place that was just as uncertain as today. In going back, resolve and evolution play on the heartstrings.

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This month, Sadie took to the streets, restaurants, trails, campsites, and a few other dimly lit corners of Fernie to beseech the masses about the choices they’ve made in life.