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Poetry Corner

Winter is Ours

Winter is ours You can find Khaya on the web:
if we can locate www.khayaronkainen.fi
skates Instagram: @ khaya. ronkainen
skis
snowmobile
sled
and
sauna.
Santa won’t do
overtime,
he watches
ice hockey
instead.

It is ours
if we dare stay
indoors
smell cinnamon
sip mulled wine
watch birch burn
hear music play.

The skin glows...

...it definitely is ours.

Death Note Do they even know?
For every time I cry
The wind rips by Such little strength I show.
My spirit takes its fall
And everything inside me seems to curdle Given all the facts of life
I’m up against a wall. And all that it entailed
I decided to give up
The sun dies out For I know that I have failed.
I’m seeking in eternal toil
Which way do I turn? Bruce Firkin - 1951 to 2003
My blood begins to boil. Trials and Tribulations

My heart pumps out my life Bruce had a very special place in our hearts – he was
Though everything inside is dead family. Bruce was a very deep thinker who took life’s
How many realise punches in his stride and although this poem suggests
otherwise, he did not die by his own hand. However,
How many tears I have shed? mental health was very close to Bruce’s heart, not
only was he a veteran but he fought courageously in
And though this void is everlasting the aid of others. He touched many lives positively
Sometimes in others I see light with his charm, patience, compassion and inspiring
Why do I give up? words. Always willing to listen and a great lover of
When they all seem to fight? music and literature. Bruce, we salute you and hold
What are they fighting for? your memory dear. With deepest love, Moira.

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