Icebergs

Ice bergs they just sit and flow
Sometimes they just come and go
And at others they just melt
But still like the way they felt

My advice is to not stand
For if you do you will fall
If you do you will be banned
Water is so cold you’ll ball

If you want to find a berg

head over to Newfi land

or even to Luxembourg

they have some in that land to

(this poem has a meter of 7 syllables)

The Ballad of good old Johnny

I once knew a man
he was an ordinary man
Simple in every way
he liked to sit a sway

Every day at quarter past four
He would sit and wait
No one knew who for
At quarter past four he would sit

Oh I once knew a man
he was an ordinary man
Simple in every way
he liked to sit a sway

Until on September 23rd that day
At quarter past four
Someone showed up by the bay
Everyone wanted to see more

Oh I once knew a man
he was an ordinary man
Simple in every way
he liked to sit a sway

We still speak of that Day
When good old Johnny was left astray





(Rhyme scheme- AABB, CDCD, AABB, EDED, AABB, BB)

Canada is Great

Canada the beautiful country
The place where niceness has no boundary
Hockey is the way definitely not a no
Whoever thinks otherwise simply must go

Only the snow limits us
And at the same time shows us the way
There are times where I wanna get on a bus
And just go until I get to Hudson’s Bay

Canada the beautiful country
The place where niceness has no boundary
Life here is just the best
And all bad things must go to rest

UNSELFISH LOVE Allen, J. A. Rev.

Love, like verdant spring,
Bright, beautiful thing,
Steps forth from the winter of self;
Yet, like the fair dawn
On the poor man's lawn,
Is too rich to be purchased by pelf.
Pure love, like the root,
Exists for the fruit,
Content to lie hid from our view,
Beneath the cold sod:
The image of God,
Who, pervading all things through and through,
Works ever the same,
Unheeding of blame
Or praise--like the stillness of night--
In the untrodden waste,
And provinces vast
And peopled concealed from all sight.
Pure love is the flower
That laughs when clouds lower,
Expecting the soft vernal rains
To ripen the seed,
But takes little heed
Of the ills her own beauty sustains:
Or like the fair star,
That shineth from far,
When all things are buried in night;
But when the bright day,
With worthier ray,
Robes nature in vesture of light,
So gently retires,
Till darkness requires
Her aid, when she noiselessly steals,
Once more to her post
Of duty, and lost
To all selfish interest, feels
The pure joy of love;
But soon as, above
The sky verge, orbed Luna is seen,
She leaves night so fair,
As best, to her care,
And retires to the blue depths serene.