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W Bryce rspoetondS1cum009sm1 2,t52m6f3gc10f81ita g65Am6f3tt6gf1u7t60 · Shared with Public (Aug 18, 2023) 20 Years and Fire Again I may be on hiatus, but I am not asleep. Here is my poem about the Kelowna fire in 2003. THESE MEN THESE WOMEN By H. … Continue reading →
H. W. Bryce · Shared with Public Aug 18, 2023 Rats and Snakes H. W. Bryce Herb W Bryce I was just play riding my play horse, Galloping across the room, telling him To giddyap, when the sharp tongue of … Continue reading →
W Bryce · Aug 8, 2023 Shared with Public Rats and Snakes H. W. Bryce Herb W Bryce I was just play riding my play horse, Galloping across the room, telling him To giddyap, when the sharp tongue of … Continue reading →
Herb W Bryce oteonSsdprh2202uff016l4f5i3 l1a0uu198uAl7g9st638a0 6h4gl88,u · Shared with Public Aug 8, 2023 Seeds of Poetry H. W. Bryce Baby’s breath and first memories, Tiger Lilies and Whiskey Jacks, Wooden bridges and swimming holes, These are the beginnings of this young life. Nearly … Continue reading →
Herb W Bryce · Shared with Public One for Heritage! Lest we forget our roots. Carry on with the best. Old schoolhouse saved after all – to be repurposed – as a schoolhouse. Bravo. This is what I wrote when … Continue reading →
Herb W Bryce · Shared with Public I know I am on hiatus, but this memory peopped up in my “mailbox.” Trending! Memories Settings We hope you enjoy looking back and sharing your memories on Facebook, from the most recent … Continue reading →
ALL THE FLOWERS HAVE DIED H. W. Bryce Today, Saturday, July 8th, 2023, marks the 500th day Of the Unkrainian invasion by Russia. Dedicted to all Ukrainians: — — The wasteland lay smouldering, Smoke wisps floating up like balloons … Continue reading →
The five-minute shower H. W. Bryce They wanted us to save on our water consumption. They gave us water-saver dishwashers. The gave us little red booklets on how to conserve water. The gave us little mini hourglass timers for … Continue reading →
Everything in its Own Time H. W. Bryce The seasons come and the seasons go, Hiccups may well interrupt, but they can Never win. They are but novas burning out, For every season has its time, and so have … Continue reading →
