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Prairie
Days Poetry
A compilation of Poetry written in my teen years,
ages 15 and
16,
while growing up on a farm on The Prairies,
West of Rockglen, Saskatchewan, Canada.
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WHEN I AM DEAD
AND GONE FRIEND
When I am dead and gone
friend
And you are here and fine
Will you love those things friend
That I cherished dearly as mine
And will you love the
breeze friend
And will you love the flowers
The ones that I am loving now
And dream of at all hours
And when I have left
this life friend
And can no longer see
Those things that I loved friend
Will you love them for me
Elaine
Sell
1954
Age 15
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WHEN I AM DEAD AND
GONE FRIEND
Is included in a classic heirloom-quality coffee-table hardbound collection of
selected poems by different writers.
"Natures
Echoes"
(Library of Congress ISBN-1-58235-564-9)
2001 Publication
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SKIING
The shimmering white
The blinding light
Of the snow I rush upon
Touching slightly
Ever so lightly
Skiing on and on.......
Elaine
Sell
1954

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PRAIRIE DAYS -- IT'S RAINING!
It's damp, it's dismal, it's gray as dawn
And the sun is hid and the sky is drawn
When it's raining.
The sky is a dark, drab, cold, colorless gray
And the east wind blows on this August day
For it's raining.
The half stooked bundles lay heavy and wet
On the prairies.
The rust is bad and
the farmer does fret
When it is raining.
The bold, grassy prairie looks cold and bare
Under the dark clouds suspended up there
Full of rain.
You stay inside, everyone
does.
It's not fit out for man or beast.
All you can do is take it
When it's raining.
Elaine Sell
August 1954
Age 15
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Previously Unpublished!
THAT'S SOLITUDE, OR IS IT?
You feel so calm, so
serious, peaceful and lone
You feel like a fisherman away from home
Without any reward for a day's well done
Of fishing, of praying beneath the great hot sun.
That's solitude, or is it?
You're not alone in
this place of greatness
Where the diamond willows hover o'er you
So peaceful, so great, under the bluest sky
You've an unseen guest, who is standing by
Watching, waiting - but why just why?
Elaine Sell
August 19, 1954
Age 15
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HANG ON!
When the tide is rough
and the wind is wild
Hang on! Hang on!
When the clouds are black and the foam is riled
Hang on! Hang on!
What if your boat is
filling fast
And this gasp of air may be your last
Hang on! Hang on!
What if your meager hopes have passed
With that last sepulchral thunder blast
Hang on! Hang on!
It's rough, it's
tough, the water's deep
And you long to get a moment's sleep
But hang on! Hang on!
Though it seems this storm will ever stay
There's a dawn ahead, not far away
Hang on! Hang on!
You've life, there's hope, don't dive and drown
Look! The sun's rays come shining down
So hang on! Hang on!
Elaine Sell
March 15,1955
Age 16
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Previously Unpublished!
THEY'RE
ALIVE AND LOVELY TO ME
The
quiet beauty of the autumn days
The babbling brooks that run in the spring
The whispering of an evening breeze
Is not an uncommon thing,
But to some these things are unnoticed yet
And to some they never will be
And though some are just discovering them
They're alive and lovely to me.
Elaine
Sell
April 1955
Age 16
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THIS EVE
This eve as
the goddess of dusk was drawing her cloak o'er us
And the stars were beginning to sprinkle that dark ol' sky
Two fleet-footed dear bounded lightly o'er the pasture fence
Their silhouettes like pitch against that purple immense
Their necks arched so proudly, their heads held so high
That it made me wonder and ask from where
Did they come upon such a placid air
When for years they've been hunted, shot and eaten with greed
By those who consider their slaughter a noble deed.
If only man could be like they; live for today and not tomorrow
If we could laugh in the face of hate, pride, greed and omit all sorrow
We'd then be like those deer with their free way of living
Free from the bondage we, to ourselves, are giving.
Elaine Sell
April 23, 1955
Age 16

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