
Shadows on the forest floor.
Frogs on the porch.
Snowflakes fall softly in the meadow.
A spotted salamander,
Slinks slyly,
Under the kitchen door.
Shadows on the forest floor.
Frogs on the porch.
Snowflakes fall softly in the meadow.
A spotted salamander,
Slinks slyly,
Under the kitchen door.
Icicles
Popsicles
Sunflowers
and roses
Water painting
The river
is frozen.
Starlight
and candlelight
Ice in the summer.
Wanting,
waiting,
and watching
in wonder.
Popsicles
Pickles
People in poses.
Have You Any News of the Iceburg
by Les Barker
On a cold rainy night on a Liverpool quayside
In the year before the Great War
The crowd was in shock at the loss of Titanic;
So proud had they been the day before.
Relatives gathered for news of their loved ones,
To read through the list of the dead,
When into the throng came a sad-eyed old polar bear
And to the clerk at the counter, he
said
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
My wife and my children were coming from Greenland
To be by my side in the zoo;
Belinda's my wife, and the eldest's is called Bernard,
And Billy, well he's only two.
I know on the ship there were hundreds of people
And I know the iceburg's not yours...
The polar bear's eyes held the start of his teardrops
And he covered his face with his paws.
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
It's been over a year since I last saw my children.
I left home to build my career;
I've worked very hard; I'm a star in the circus;
It's all been for nothing, I fear.
That's my face on the poster; we're in town this week;
My children were meeting me here.
Everyone watched as he struggled to speak,
As his paw brushed away one more tear.
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
By now all the people had gathered beside him;
His grief was one they could share.
The people around him, in silence and sadness,
Listened to the sad polar bear.
I wanted my children to see me performing
And Belinda, she would have been proud;
At last lost for words, and his tears flowing freely,
The question was asked of the crowd.
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
There is no snow,
in my part of Ontario
There is no snow,
on the beach.
Just a dike,
of crusty
white ice.
Sand on the street.
Brown streets.
Not white.
Beauty,
in the browns,
the blues,
the greys.
And every shade
in between.
Life, it is a stage.
Sweetheart, it's not always true.
Sometimes, just look like you.
I know you are not the real Santa, that you are one of Santa’s helpers.
I got a letter in the mail from the real Santa. He told me that I made the ‘Nice List’ again this year.
Exactly how many Santa helpers are there?
Rudolph is my favourite reindeer. I love his shiny red nose.
Why don’t the other reindeer allow Rudolph to join in anyone the reindeer games. It’s really mean of them.
I want to wish you, Santa, and all of the rest of Santa’s helpers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
The Nutcracker was written in 1816 by Prussian author E.T.A. Hoffman.
The Nutcracker is a story where a favourite Christmas toy, a Nutcracker, comes to life.
After defeating the evil Mouse King in battle, the Nutcracker whisks Clara away to the magical kingdom populated by dolls.
In 1892, the Russian composer Pyatr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and choreographers Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanou turned Alexander Dumas’ adaptation of the story into the Ballet, The Nutcracker.
Our favourite character is the Mouse King!
As the cold wind blows,
it freezes your nose.
Eye lashes freeze,
with a light breeze.
The layers keep you warm,
as you walk through the storm.
Of a cold,Canadian winter.
A snowflake dances,
as Jack Frost prances.
Painting the autumn grasses
white.
Everything,
sparkles and
twinkles.
And a dog's face,
smiles!
Four reason why I love Springwater Provincial Park!
Traveling down forest lanes lit up with hundreds of thousands of twinkling lights in anticipation of Christmas, the birthday of little baby Jesus.
For decades now, Springwater Provincial Park has been a gathering place for emigrant families…..a tradition that continues to continue.
A very special and intimate spot to honour the lives lost to keep our land ‘strong and free.’
A partnership between the province of Ontario and the Beausoleil First Nations, operates and maintains the park. The park remains a spiritual place where ancestral ceremonies continue today.