The Tree
The logging camp had the policy that we worked for 10 days and got 4 days off. The crew would all leave to let off steam, and it saved on air travel. I had no-where to go and Vancouver was... Read more
In 1962-63 at a logging camp in Northern B.C., we transported logs from the lake to a river via a ¼ mile flume. The dam by the lake was opened, and the logs pushed down. My job was to watch... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary 1966 Suppose you stand upon a shore Across the sea of time, I’ll cross and come up to your side, And take your hand in mine. I So often when your nearness comes And I remember all,... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary February 1st, 1967 When the rain beats down and I feel depressed And the sky is grey, and the walls are drab, Out of my window bare twigs rattle As if my thoughts are loose in my... Read more
(Note: on Seymore Street in Vancouver in the sixties there was a coffee house called The Inquisition. It was owned by Howie Bateman, and they had old folk singers from the depression era come. Sonny Terry and Brownie McGee were... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary age 18 1963 Physics be blasted, chemistry too, What do I care if blue is blue, Or red is purple under blue light Or is that wrong, I’m never right Who cares for maths, quadratics and squares,... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary (1963) “So love me please” she said With sweet soft eyes And a tilt of her head; With soft still lips That held my heart in a grip As she stood in the shade We met in... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary (1963) So little time it seems to me Since last I saw you soil. And held your moisture in my hand To cool me as I toil. So soon the year come ‘round again, The time to... Read more
By Bryan Sanctuary 1963-age 17 I saw you first so pure and sweet As you walked by one day. But you weren’t mine to hold or kiss Until the month of May. Before you were a perfect dream, I’d muse... Read more