Today I'd like to feature my third guest poet since I've been riding the train.
My first guest poet was my husband Brad - you can read his poem HERE.
My second guest poet was my brother-in-law Jeff - you can read his poem HERE.
And now for my third guest poet. Peter Baccin-Smith is my nephew, the son of my husband's eldest brother, Ken. He lives in Ottawa, Ontario with his younger brother and his parents, and is thirteen years old.
His class did a project this year about family history and ancestors. His mom emailed me for some of that family history, as I'm a big genealogy buff and have gathered as much data as I can.
She emailed me recently and said Peter had done really well on his project, which included this poem, and wanted to share it with me. And now - ever the proud auntie! - I'd like to share it with you.
To ride the Poetry Train, CLICK HERE.
From the icy north we chipped our way,
Workers who would dare,
Sailing with the wind to Red River,
A home we carved in Métis Land,
But not all of us were there.
In the heel of the boot,
Bodies strewn around,
Children had to clear the dead
Which the fighting giants left aground.
Soldiers, chauffeurs, and corpsmen
Left to discard the waste,
Many ventured to start anew
In the land of the free and opportunity,
Because all is fair in love and war.
Many seeds were scattered,
Artistic girls, scientific boys.
Before long, the worlds collided,
And parents to be fell in love
Then gave breath to all their joys.
- Peter Baccin-Smith, 2009
Anthony North says Peter, make sure you keep up this poetry thing.
Unknown Writer and Almost Lover says I agree with Anthony. Keep it up..:)
Sweet Talking Guy says Nicely done, Peter, it's good to get to grips with history.