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In Memorial
for those affected by the September 11, 2001 tragedy

A NEW DAY DAWNED

A new day dawned, so full of hope,
The skis were clear and blue
When from the skies the planes flew low
And changed the world we knew.

As people went about their lives
With work and school and play,
Small children rubbed sleep from their eyes
To start a brand new day.

As families waited to embrace
Their loved ones now in flight,
There was a crash seemed strait from hell
And then a blinding light

As coward play, they came disguised.
Who would suspect? Not I.
Who would know, on this fine day?
It was a day to die?

Arms proudly reaching to the gods,
Twin towers stood so tall.
And like a nightmare come to life,
They were about to fall.

Like faceless horsemen out of hell
The devils shook our land,
For a twinkling of eternity,
Our fate was in their hands.

What evil this? What devils` wrath,
To steal our lives away?
To threaten peace, To threaten God?
Oh what a bleak, black day.

© Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen.2001

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT MYSELF:

Age: Somewhere between 39 and 100
Sex: Not now, I have a head ache.
Marital statas: Gee, I`m not sure, I haven`t seen my husband since I got my computer, hold on I`ll check.... yep I`m still married
Height: 5`4"
Weight: N.O.Y.B.
And I am "Crazy"for loving
all my friends out there in cyber space.



I live on beautiful Vancouver Island, British Columbia, About twenty miles west of Canada ( little humor here.)... Home of the famous Bath tub races, where every summer people from many parts of the world, come to race a motorized bathtub across the Strait of Georgia, to the city of Vancouver, ridiculous I know but that`s what we do here on the Island..We are also well known for our Nanaimo Bars..I am not refering to our local bars and pubs, no I am refering to a sweet square, a very sweet treat indeed, just like our people . My husband Jim and I have our own home which is owned and operated solely for the comfort and convenience of our dog Brew. Jim and I like to camp, fish and play golf,We also love to take walks along the beautiful beaches of Nanaimo and the west coast of the Island , we have a cabin overlooking the Broken Group Islands,near the town of Ucluelet, where we spend time boating, deep sea fishing, sight seeing and just plain relaxing . I also like painting (watercolor), writing short stories and poetry, I will delight you ( or possibly bore you ) by giving you the pleasure of reading a couple of poems I have written:


I WROTE THIS POEM FOR MY SON WHO IS A MUSHER IN CONNECTICUT BUT WISHES HE WAS A MUSHER IN ALASKA

HOME OF THE MUSHER

Give me the nights where the midnight sun
Hides from the winter sky,
Where the Caribou dash for places unknown,
Where the young and the old oft` die.
Give me the sounds of the wolves that howl.
As they bay at the moon on high
And the Husky dogs, fur on edge,
Answer their mournful cry
Where northern lights dance in the sky
You never have seen such a sight.
and only the crack of the frozen ice
Brakes the lonesome still of the night
Give me the land of the musher,
God help them should they ever get lost.
Give me the land where the trees are bent
With the weight of the hoarfrost.
Give me this vast land that I love.
Give me the cold and the snow.
Give me the nights of endless dark,
Where the wind never ceases to blow.
That`s where I will call home.

© Shirley Rasmussen 1998



HELP FIND OUR MISSING ANGELS





I WROTE THIS POEM FOR ALL THE MISSING CHILDREN OUT THERE:
PRECIOUS DOVE

Oh little child with twinkling eyes, do you tremble in the cold?
Oh little child, child of God. You’re missing from our fold.
I wonder where you are tonight, I know you miss us dear.
And though I cannot see you child, I still can feel you near.

It`s been a short time you`ve been gone, but a lifetime long of tears
Who took you ,child, away from us? Who filled our lives with fear
Do you still laugh with dancing eyes? And reach with outstretched arms-
Waiting to be held with love, without a thought of harm?

Will I ever hear you laugh again? Will I ever touch your hair?
Will I ever kiss your cheek again, and gaze on face so fair?
Do you remember me my little dove, since you were taken from your nest?
The way I loved and cherished you, as I held you to my breast?

Who holds you now, my precious one? Do they sooth your fretful cry?
If I had wings, I`d find you love, And bring you home on high.
But I can only wait and pray , and dream that things be right.
But, Oh the days are long my child, and I weep away the nights.

Though I can`t hold you in my arms, In dreams I send my love .
Please feel my love in your sweet heart, my precious little dove.

© Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen.1999




A LITTLE MORE POETRY


SONG OF THE VOYAGEUR

Oh mighty river, bold and wide, why do you run away,
why don’t you stop and linger, why don’t you stop and play?,
But who lays blame, as you rush on? I know it won’t be I.,
As crystals form upon the trees, and snow swirls in the sky.,
,
If I could run away with you, to lands of endless sun,,
Where waters lap upon the shores, and nights are filled with fun.,
I’d join you this minute. But river, you’re not wise,,
foolish river, you are bound for seas of endless snow and ice.,
,
Though` your waters` stilled as it turns firm. I still hear your restless soul,,
for `neath your face of forming ice you rush to seas of cold.,
Where icebergs wait beneath the calm. A threat to fools like me,,
Who taunt the hungry waters, as we sail the mighty seas.,
,
Why not be like the wild goose, who leaves this frozen land,,
And flies towards the swaying palms, to bask on sun drenched sands,
But I know I’ll come away with you, Though my heart longs for the sun.,
But mighty river, I hear your call, for you and I are one.,
© Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen.1999,
,

Written for little Percy Tooshley , 18 months old, who died at the violent hands of his so called “care givers”, leaving a younger brother of six months, who also was abused
It is written as though Percy was writing it himself, to his baby brother.

MY BROTHER

Little one you make no sound,
Though you pillows damp with tears.
Your voice is stilled with terror,
And your eyes are wide with fear.

Your broken body trembles,
Heavy footsteps down the hall.
I know your fear; I speak your name,
But you cannot hear my call.

My stay on earth was full of pain,
My stay on earth was brief,
I had to leave, I longed to die
But my heart is wrought with grief.

Please forgive me, brother,
But today’s my day to die.
The angels came and took me
To a place up in the sky

But I feel no peace where I am now,
For my troubled soul won’t sleep.
I hear my brothers mournful cry,
And my heavy heart still weeps.

My heart breaks my brother,
As I leave you helpless in your crib,
I can not stay; I can not help,
For I am just a little kid.

© Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen 2002


DEVIL WIND

Dust devils dance across the land, of endless wilting grain,
The land is parched and turned to dust, it hungers for the rain.
The sun is high in cloudless skies, it withers farmers` dreams.
The Hawks fly high in search of food, their cries likes demons` screams.
The gophers peer from burrows, that dots the perished earth’
Their ears alert, their noses twitch, their bodies wrenched with thirst.
Young women old before their time, their young skin cracked and dry.
With bodies stooped, their grieving eyes. glance up towards the skies.
Not unlike the silent plight of the dying plains,
They pray for rain with hopless heart, but no one heeds their pain.
Forsaken dreams and all hope lost, they’ve abandon all but prayer.
They turn away from men they loved, for they no longer care
The children now, too weak to play, have ceased to laugh or sing.
Their bitter tears have long been shed, their small bodies gaunt and thin.
The endless wind, like devils` taunts, scream, like the damned in flight.
As unanswered prayers of hopeless men, are whispered in the night.
“Oh devil wind, I`ve given up, my soul is wracked with pain,
Please give me back my womans` love, please give me back the rain.”

© Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen.1999

This poem is dedicated to all the native children that were sent to Residential schools during a time of our shameful past.

SINS OF THE FATHERS

I can no longer hear the birds that sing, no longer run with deer.
No longer hear the wild geese, as winter days grow near.
They stole me from my mother’s arms, and sent me to their schools.
They caned me and they beat me, and called me “Savage fool.”

I can no longer feel the wind, as it bends the mighty tree..
Or watch the fields of swaying grass, Four gray walls is all I see..
I no longer speak my mother`s tongue. Time has robbed my memory..
I no longer hear the wise old words, my people told to me..
.
My days are filled with shadows; my nights are filled with fears.
My body aches, my pillow’s damp, from broken dreams and tears..
They’ve stolen my tomorrows; they’ve taken my todays..
They’ve stripped me of my pride and soul. But my yesterday still stays..

Yes I was strong; I laughed and ran, free as the winds that blow..
My nights were free of demon dreams; my soul was light as snow.
Yes, yesterday I was proud and free. My people brave and wise.
My people laughed, my people sang. But now our spirit dies..

I wonder why they hate me so? Is it the color of my skin?
Or is it because I love to sing? They tell me that’s a sin.
Or is it that, my heathen soul is damned, like white men say?
If so, why did God, make man, to love a summer day?

Why did he make us love to sing, or watch an eagle soar?
Why make us love the warm spring winds that melt the winter snow?
And why did God make birds songs sweet? And why make the sky so blue?
Why paint a rainbow? Scent a rose? Oh how, I wish I knew.

We worshiped things you do not see like sun and wind and rain
Though our eyes are black, our skin is tanned. Do you think we feel no pain?
When we are beaten, robbed of pride, we hurt the same as you.
We laugh, we love, we weep, we mourn, just like all men do.
© Copyrighted--Shirley Rasmussen
July 2000



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