Tag Archives: history

A Black Leather Bag

A Well Worn Black Leather Bag

By David Smith May 11, 2017

 

 

A black leather bag worn with age;

Think of the files, when it is engaged;

The court doors swing open,

Where hearings are met;

That Black Leather Bag,

Where emotions are kept.

 

 

The files say it all, as they slide in and out;

The well worn zippers,

As compartments squeak and shout,

Think of the clients, all through the years;

Facing the judge with arguments and fears;

 

 

The container of facts,

As scenarios start to spin;

All from the bag,

As truth written within;

The judge sees the bag,

And what it contains;

Duty Council steps forward,

And echoes the refrain.

Inspired by “A Peculiar Walk”

Inspired by “A Peculiar Walk”

By David Smith November 9, 2016

 

Very mechanical as he walks with his cane

Like an arm on a steam engine, rotates now and again

One hand on the cane and the other takes off

Every step, the elbow breaks into a trot

It’s so mechanical as he chugs along

Walking the sidewalk, like a steam engine, he’s gone

His walk so peculiar, I think of his age

His experiences in life

His perseverance to engage

How he can adapt and walk on his own

As he carries a cane and not a cell phone

To learn from the elderly they adapt and they cope

Their experiences in life may seem remote

But they have lived and continue to shine

Their experiences in life let them share their time

So when I see a peculiar walk

They’ve got the maturity to have their talk

His First Car

His First Car

by David Smith August 29, 2016

 

For a young man just starting out

His first car is reason to shout

The hum of the engine, like a mountain lion in heat

With all its flaws, it’s the meaning that’s neat

The first set of wheels, with a motor that hums

It’s independence, where responsibility comes

 

It’s a picture of independance the breaking away

In search of a family, to be married some day

the Chick Magnet of life, to slow down and troll

To fill in the passenger seat

to be on a roll

 

That is the joy

The excitement in the air

Four wheels and an engine

to steer everywhere

 

For a young man just starting out

The first car, dreams and aspirations,

what life is about

 

Tribute to Jay Cochrane: Prince of the Air

Tribute to Jay Cochrane

by David Smith September 5, 2016

Jay Cochrane, the Prince of the Air

No other showman can compare

On high wires and sky wires around the sphere

He inspired millions to overcoming fear

His dream of inspiring millions that way

The need within, turned his night, into day

a desire to perform the greatest feats

Hope, in the lives of children, a desire to meet

His mother took him to the circus and started it all

Humble beginnings, he answered that passionate call

Away to the circus, for his dreams to take hold

He knew his purpose, opportunity was bold

Perfecting everything, on the high sky, gave him might

Soon his name became written so bright

Forty stories high in Toronto by the way

Between two skyscrapers on a tightrope that day

The opening of the Hudson Bay Company store

The crowd let out a victorious roar

The rest is history as he inspired and entertained

Gave children hope, and how they gained

On a tight rope around the sphere

International fame he held so dear

He inspired young and old

Now in history, his name, is told

Jay Cochrane the Prince of the Air

Inspiring others, how can w compare?

If a Typewriter could Talk

If a Typewriter could Talk

By David Smith July 3, 2016

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A portable typewriter has a story to tell

Light on baggage to foreign countries so well

 

Think of operators who caressed the keys

Essays go pubic and bring nations to their knees

 

O the stories if a typewriter could talk

Famous people and speeches where ideas rock

Expressed in words as a typewriter sounds
The bell the rhythm the enthusiasm all around

 

Mistakes are made and frustrations soar

To let out emotion with words that roar

 

A portable typewriter has a story to tell
From a simpler time, when seniors typed well

 

A Tribute to my Dad

A Tribute to my Dad

By David Smith, June 14, 2016

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My dad was smart. His limitations he knew

And even his strengths, they were solid and true

 

A writer he became, his stories were grand

Foundations for many speeches, on Toastmasters I stand

Did not realize his potential till his pen ran out of ink

how he documented history, He really knew how to think

He did not get sufficient praise and credit for what he gave

After he is gone, His memory we can save

The history of the town, the stories of his life

They are tools for learning and overcoming strife

To tap into experiences

people who were made

Pass on all that knowledge, the foundation as its laid

My humble dad did not appear all that smart

His knowledge was written down, the present, a place to start

Now I see his value, the pen is so profound

Documenting history, scenes from all around.

The skill to learn to write, and the discipline to type

Document our lives before we see the night,

 

Portrait of a Man

Portrait of a Man
By David Smith November 3, 2014

Up at the market he’s there every week
A man of distinction with cane by his feet
At eighty-five determined to live.
Exercise regularly with passion to give.
A man of distinction with Marines under his belt
A Lieutenant-colonel, and his dedication, I felt

Twenty-five years, a service that is long
He saw action where his experience shone.
Did not know him in his younger day;
A man of purpose, what he had to say;
Spoke with conviction and his character played the part.
Talked of the Marines and how he got his start.

Elderly people, fascinate me
Gems of knowledge, far as I can see;
They may be old and wrinkled, and some in constant pain;
They live their life with meaning and share what they have gained
Tap into that resource
Living history of course

To know where we are going, we need to know the past;
The elderly bridge that knowledge to make history last;
That is my joy and helps define me;
The elderly people, their accomplishments to see.