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Born in Calandar, Ontario, in the far north of Canada, Adeline Foster was deeply influenced by the poetry of Robert Service who wrote many of his ballads for the Yukon. She spent her early childhood years in New Brunswick with her grandmother. She adopted her grandmother's name as the pen-name for her poetry volumes. She reminisces fondly about the snowdrifts and Northern Lights, after returning to the North-country. Educated near Toronto, in Oshawa, Ontario, she went back to the north as a grammar teacher. Twice widowed, she moved south to Ottawa and then to Hagersville, in southern Ontario, and is now residing in Hagerstown, Maryland, USA. After graduating in 1997 with a degree in Computer Information Services, she is currently teaching poetry.)
Each man knows his allotted worth, The three score years and ten; Yet few were those who survived at birth Through the ignorance of men.…
If you say, as you do, That I am better off with you, Why do you blot each memory And tell me that I am not me?…
Isosceles was watering his hypotted-nuse one day,…
Because we writers feel so deeply Our hearts can soar to heights of praise, And when we put it on the page The reader knows that we have seen…
Is there a human, young or old, Who has never felt frustration’s hold? Ah yes, my child, you’ve felt it too, For so had I, as young as you.…
What was that word that began it all? What enchanting words could we recall? Were they bold, or were they shy? Did you speak first, or was it I?…
A poem is a lovely room Where thoughts can go to rest, A place to be revisited By those who use it best,…
'Children brush your teeth, ' they said. We brushed till they rattled in our head. Back and forth and forth and back Till a dentist said, 'No not like that!…
A small ship set sail Out on a troubled sea; Her crew were not selected, But came of necessity.…
A sudden boom A moment’s pause — A wondering where Or what the cause…
I lay me down and long to sleep, Then words come tumbling instead of sheep. Elusive words, that in the day Lay dormant, now come out to play.…
Your day will come little girl, little girl, Be patient today and tomorrow. Sip gently the nectar of awakening love, Deep drafts are harbingers of sorrow.*…
While going for a quiet drive Along a country road, We saw a bluebird circling, Then perch upon a post.…
Contempt can never be retrieved; No wound of scorn will heal, Though desperately apology May pray the cut conceal.…
Old Mac was a tough one, a proverbial son of a gun. I swear he could wrestle a bear. He was out in the forest and headed straight for us; It happened before he got there.…
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