The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach

I am delighted to share the poem, The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach. I know you will enjoy hearing Diana’s voice recite this heartwarming tale of courage and resilience. The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach An elephant child, carefree and wildWalked into the wintry woodsHe followed fox tails and jackrabbit trailsIgnoring his mother’sContinue reading “The Elephant Child by D. Wallace Peach”

Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold

Welcome to September, the month that leads into the brilliant autumn colours and the warmth of Harvest and Thanksgiving. September has a mellow poignancy that reminds us of the passing of years. Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare brings forth natural metaphors to signify the coming of old age. We move ever forward in our timelineContinue reading “Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold”

Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay

This morning, I explored the origins of poetry. Poetry was first heard through voice, rather than read from the pages of a book. It was an oral tradition. Poetry was the record-keeper of human experience, knowledge, and belief systems. As language developed, storytellers traveled from place to place reciting stories and collecting new legends andContinue reading “Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay”

Butterfly Laughter

Summer gardens, butterflies and sunshine bring back memories of childhood. Today, I have walked through a Vancouver urban garden with Katherine Mansfield and heard her poetic words recalling scenes from her childhood. Thank you for enjoying a summer afternoon with me and Katherine Mansfield. Butterfly Laughter In the middle of our porridge platesThere was aContinue reading “Butterfly Laughter”

The Drowsy World Dreams On

Welcome to Sunday Evening Reflection. Tonight I want to introduce the poet, Walter Everette Hawkins, who was born around 1888 in North Carolina. He is the author of Chords and Discords (The Gorham Press, 1920). While his career was as a mail clerk in the post office of the City of Washington, he is known and rememberedContinue reading “The Drowsy World Dreams On”

Walking in Nature with Myra Viola Wilds

This past week, I discovered the poet, Myra Viola Wilds, when her poem “Thoughts” came flying into my inbox. This is the poem that came to me as I walked a forest path on Burnaby Mountain. I find that walking in nature is a form of meditation that encourages reflection. It is a time forContinue reading “Walking in Nature with Myra Viola Wilds”