They drowned

 This poem was written in honor of those dear visitors who lost their lives in the sinking of a whale watching boat of the west coast of  Canada:
Jack Slater  76
Kathie Taylor
Nigel Hooker
David Thomas
Stephen Thomas
Raveshan Morgan 

 on 25th October 2015

" To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die."


The great mother pulled them under along with the sea lions 
One breath needed to survive, and one breath needed to
die

Death by drowning is natural say west coast native
elders

Sea lions are magnificent  compassion kind dreamy
sea lions
Your soul bodies guided into the deep the sea lions your
guides

Maybe you went to heaven maybe you went to some far distant home or maybe

Just maybe you got wings in heaven and now you have come  to guard

Your death made every thing go silent you humbled us before the throne of God

Not a whisper was heard as all in creation witnessed the desperate plight in sight

Wet and shocked with only a sheet to comfort you and a terrible memory
seared now seared into your soul for ever my dear beloved

My Mother Earth

I heard the call of the wild at my back door
A magnificent bear black shinny and i

Of his home his habitat,the place he lived

 I said I feared for his life as men were mad

 He said come and see the destruction

I went into Clayoquot Sound and witnessed

Police uniforms courts sheriffs handcuffs prison

They locked me up for loving the wild places

Put me in solitary confinement,I was defiant
I was not a criminal,they were destroying it
Destroying everything sacred, on the planet 

That bear came swimming as I was arrested

The court room witnessed thru the video
The judge quelled the  noisy uproar
 I got sentenced to half a year in a prison
For loving the wild things of this holy planet

I could feel his strength in my being my bones

Handcuffed tortured jailed for all wild beings
When you give up on life life gives up on you

  I grew up in the place of no electric static

  No telephones no hydro no noise only nature

  Moments were bliss filled days of rambling

  Sitting still by streams waterfalls and hillsides

  Walking all day long with only the sound of birds

  Oh that heaven is still so deep in my core being                    

  I am a drop of water sent here to sing a song

  An ancient song of peace to help you remember

Standing on the dock

I want to write a poem but my fingers will not hit the right keys and anyway this way of writing is not the way to do it,,like eating dinner with a knife and fork..instead of tasting the food with your fingers first




          You survived you are alive