And he said…ByBryan Sanctuary 1962-63 High School I ask you brother… “What do you feel when all in a rushPeople trample you down notGiving a damn or caring orThinking just goingAnd saying ‘to Hell with thatSomeone, he’sJust aNo-oneAnd I’m betterThan him, cuz... Read more
HandinhandByBryan Sanctuary 1964(influenced by E. E. Cummings) and said i to her as on we walked, ‘the sun is real and the moona ghost, a naïve reflection of the sun’ again said i,’ i believe, believe i, that all is... Read more
For two summers, 1962 and 1963, I worked in a logging camp. It was located at Alice Lake, (not far from Bob’s Lake), about 30 minutes by float plane from Campbell River, on Vancouver Island, on the mainland. The men,... Read more
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Beyond the Dawn.ByBryan SanctuaryDecember 29, 2021 I feel an eerie frost descend to freeze the morning dew,The sunlight scatters in sparkling rays To polarize my view. The dancing light lifts my heart, In ways I cannot know,But Nature seems to work it... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary December 13, 2021 Within the bounds set by science, I gaze with growing wonder At what’s revealed and finally comes, From many years of ponder. And ponder, yes, it can’t be helped, For the rewards are far... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary February 13, 2021 The days gone bye, the days to come, The time we take today. The things that come, be what they may, Are too soon passed away. The moon goes high, then goes back down,... Read more
By dad Early 1980’s What is now is gone too soon, For as you read these lies, The clock ticks on and never stops And marks the hours with solid chimes. Again a year snaps up on you To mark... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary circa ‘early ‘70’s ….and sometimes I sit and think of the days When time seemed to have no limit. And now I just lie awake every night And remember the times that we had. For now every... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary, circa 1972-3 The closest and the farthest thoughts, The oldest and the young, So summer wings and mountain springs And cherry blossoms sing. The meadow sees the grazing cows, The farmer with his dog. The winding river... Read more
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