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The 12 (2822 views) Consider my friends, if you would for a bit
A debate in which you will have to admit
Disagreements abound and tempers get frayed
What's the greatest invention that ever was made?
Some say the computer, the wheel it's been ... click to read moreConsider my friends, if you would for a bit
A debate in which you will have to admit
Disagreements abound and tempers get frayed
What's the greatest invention that ever was made?
Some say the computer, the wheel it's been said.
Then there's the airplane, or even sliced bread
No! The greatest invention as I now will reveal
Was Mr. bombardier's 12 Elan snowmobile.
Light as a feather and strong as an ox
You can run her 'cross gravel, on sand or on rocks!
Simple to fix if she ever breaks down
If you got snare wire and bubblegum lying around.
Able to haul a mountain of wood
or even a mountain from where it was stood
Sure you don't think Mt. Peyton always was there
Sure I hauled that there on a dare, for a beer!
And you've seen those young fellows out skipping on water
The 12 will do that, though I usually don't bother
Till me and the Missus are sick of the slush
And the cold and the snow and then Sheila's brush!
It's then that she'll say "get me out of this fast!"
So we hop on the 12 and I give her the gas
"Where to my ducky?" 'Tis then I will say
As we're hitting mach 1 'cross St. Mary's bay.
"Go south" she will say "'til I tells you to stop"
As we pass Nova Scotia, just touching the lop.
Down the U.S. eastern seaboard yes indeed
And then across Florida, to pick up some speed.
Then back on the water to a nice sunny island
And an hour from home we're back on the dry land
Lead back on the beach with the snowsuit hove off
With some tropical drinks and a tropical scoff.
"So what's the big deal?" you say right off the bat
"Everyone knows a 12 will do that."
Well there's one trip I took about 40 years back
You might not believe but I'll swear on a stack
Of bibles it's true, not a word of a lie
I wouldn't stretch things, I'm not that kind of guy.
I was out on the 12 for a few sticks of wood
And not finding much, not doing very good.
There was nothing but scroff right to the horizon
I'm telling you b'ys I was just about poisoned
Then I saw a new place a little ways off
Thought I'd look for wood there, gassed up and took off.
Well it turned out the new spot was even worse!
"Abitibi's been here!" I let out the curse.
"Guess I'll boil the kettle, have a lunch and some tea
Then go home with the Missus and watch Land and Sea.
Just at that moment a Skidoo came along
Some size of a machine but something was wrong
A hard-looking rig and a rough-looking ride
Then a hatch opened up and a man stepped outside.
Well he never said much, he just looked all around
Then finally he moved, put one foot on the ground
And spoke up the words that he had on his mind
"One small step for man, a big leap for mankind."
"Yes b'y, says I, but no firewood see
I'd say Kreuger's been here, want a cup of tea?"
Well he hadn't seen me and he got quite a fright
His name was Armstrong and he was a little uptight.
"We got a problem Houston" he said
As I offered roast capelin and a bit of hard bread
He said "I'm not hungry" and he looked pretty sad.
But he glutched down the last lassie bun that I had!
Then he jumped back into his queer-looking rig
All wimpy and nish, not nearly so big
As before when out of the sky he had dropped
(I passed him going home just like he was stopped!)
Now the 12 is led up and not doing much
I took out the motor, the belt and the clutch
And shipped them to Churchill for a pretty good dime
While the turbines are down for some maintenance time.
Guess it's back to the woods pretty soon cutting vars
'Though NASA wants to know if there's water on Mars.
But I won't be going there anytime soon
If they don't tell the truth 'bout that day on the moon!
So don't mind the computer and don't mind the plane
Don't mind the wheel, they're all pretty lame
The world's greatest invention, as is now revealed
Was Mr. Bombardier's 12 Elan snowmobile.
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Cold Plates for Sunday Supper (1 comments) Oh how I loved and miss having these
Thinking about them is just a tease
They were served at weddings back in the day
Putting them together was quite the display
They're still made and sold for charity affairs
Doesn't matter how ... click to read moreOh how I loved and miss having these
Thinking about them is just a tease
They were served at weddings back in the day
Putting them together was quite the display
They're still made and sold for charity affairs
Doesn't matter how much they cost, we don't care
The mustard and beet potato salad sure you knows
Rolled ham, turkey or roast beef, anything goes
A little bit of lettuce with sliced tomato on top
Sometimes nice with jelly fruit salad but just a drop
It's nice ended off with a nice cup of tea
And a nice little pudding but coffee for me
My Popeye The waters lay still as the motor runs to a subtle silence.
I see the shadows of two near the edge of the waters.
Nothing but sounds of oars.
When sounds of oars disappear, there is this hush.
When all becomes quiet as if the world has stopped turning, I hear in the distant echos from the hillside.
GERONIMO
The road now travels through our once silent getaway.
The hooks now draw rust upon the ... click to read moreThe waters lay still as the motor runs to a subtle silence.
I see the shadows of two near the edge of the waters.
Nothing but sounds of oars.
When sounds of oars disappear, there is this hush.
When all becomes quiet as if the world has stopped turning, I hear in the distant echos from the hillside.
GERONIMO
The road now travels through our once silent getaway.
The hooks now draw rust upon the kitchen drawers.
Change has come to this lonely pair, age has brought new beginnings.
But memories of our battles at this little pond which we call home and still do.
This little place I can't wait to visit, not with just any one person, but had to be my popeye.
Travels to the cabin, fighting with the bees in the little outhouse.
Whenever we meet we talk of what was and what will be.
I would brag as though I have caught the biggest fish, which I normally do.
My quality could never amount to quantity.
His quantity could feed many as he normally would do, kept enough for himself and shared with many.
I took this man to the range last year, I felt I was the better shot but I know he let me feel as though I was.
Today I sit here now staring at my screen knowing I could go on forever, but to me these always came best from him.
The cruisin' we did last year was great, I knew he loved it except I drive a van not a truck and I live in the city leaving us from stripping the trees of their leaves.
I was planning to go to Newfoundland this year to see my popeye, but could not .
I may still take this time I planned to go, to see where my popeye will forever lay to rest.
Just sit and talk of the times at our little pond and the many experiences we shared, chasing bears, calling out to moose, or even the hunt of the rats at the dump.
This draws my poem to an end but these words can go on foreveer, it's hard to type and stay strong so I say goodbye now to my popeye, but I will see you again, at our little pond in our little boat, but this time I choose the colour
Randy George Jr.
Grandson ... Hide full submission
Joined at the Heart A pillar of strength when you needed to be
Comforting hugs and a welcoming knee
Wise and invincible you were the best dad
You saw me through all the good times and the bad
You sheltered me from all manners of foe
Keeping me safe and watching me grow
And even when monsters came in the night
You always made everything turn out all right
You were a teacher without all the rules... click to read moreA pillar of strength when you needed to be
Comforting hugs and a welcoming knee
Wise and invincible you were the best dad
You saw me through all the good times and the bad
You sheltered me from all manners of foe
Keeping me safe and watching me grow
And even when monsters came in the night
You always made everything turn out all right
You were a teacher without all the rules
Instilling in me life's essential tools
You guided me along till I could stand on my own
Knowing one day I'd leave you alone
Life went by quickly and it didn't take long
Till the time had come for me to move on
But you always knew though we were apart
A dad and his daughter are joined at the heart
You were all that a father ever could be
And I love you, Dad, for the way you loved me
You live in my memories; they're all I have left
Of a wonderful father who was the best
I only get to cook it three times a year
But I’d love it every Sunday, if my parents were near
It’s almost sinful it’s that shockin’ good
I savour every bite like you would
The cabbage, carrots and turnip + salt ... click to read moreI only get to cook it three times a year
But I’d love it every Sunday, if my parents were near
It’s almost sinful it’s that shockin’ good
I savour every bite like you would
The cabbage, carrots and turnip + salt meat too
Blueberry pudding is some nice later with a brew
"Zest" sweet mustard pickles and beets are a must
And of course "Eversweet" or "Good Luck" on a bread crust
There was always custard and jelly at my house to finish off
The greatest of Newfoundland scoffs!
Poppy took me for a ride on the Quad today (1 comments) My Mom is a Newfie so that makes me half
When I tell people this, I always get a laugh
I love going there to visit usually once a year
When Mom tells me we're going, I always cheer
There's so much ... click to read moreMy Mom is a Newfie so that makes me half
When I tell people this, I always get a laugh
I love going there to visit usually once a year
When Mom tells me we're going, I always cheer
There's so much I love about visiting my Mom's home
Especially being able to go outside all day and roam
My Poppy will take me for a ride on the' Quad, I only have to say
My Mom says she's going to buy me my own one day
I say to my Mom, the next time we go to Newfoundland I want to do 'this'
She has a faraway look on her face because it's something that she will miss
She tells me stories of the freedom of growing up there
I know she loves and misses the fresh salty air
Maybe I'll get to spend a whole summer there one time
And have great memories like my Mom's that are all mine!
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