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Kim Beattie’s ‘Slink, the Rat’…

Slink, the Rat: A Nursery Rhyme for War Babies by Kim Beattie.  The Star Weekly (Toronto), December 12th, 1925. Click for much larger resolution (and then click again). Kim Beattie’s archive is housed in the 48th Highlanders’ Museum in Toronto; … Continue reading

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The Battle of St. Julien by Kate Colquhoun…

I don’t intend to subject too many women writers to field punishment, primarily because far more talented people are casting a critical eye towards them and their work through projects such as Canada’s Early Women Writers. However, there was one poet … Continue reading

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July 26th, 1936: “A Souvenir”….

Here’s my favourite story arising from the 1936 Vimy Pilgrimage and the unveiling of the memorial:  After the official ceremonies, an unofficial ceremony took place, presided over by Canon Scott.  In the 1920s, many of the original crosses that marked … Continue reading

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Camp Dreams…

Camp Dreams I sigh for the scent of the pines, I weep for the western wind, I long for the laughing riplets That waft me on from behind. Away in the uplands of the North In my dreams I seek … Continue reading

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The Voice of Ypres…

The Voice of Ypres (The City of Ypres speaks) Grim Bride of War, gaunt, desolate, I stand in pale and spectral state Above my many tortured dead, a Princess of the realms of Hate. My shell-wrecked towers raise shattered might … Continue reading

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The Reveille of Romance (1917 version)…

The Reveille of Romance (Written on the way to England, October, 1914; revised during convalescence in Canada, June, 1917.) Regret no more our sensual sloth nor say Romance is dead; Bright-helmed against the oppressive night Romance has raised her head. … Continue reading

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Love is Dead…

Love is Dead By Peregrine Acland Ring the knell, for Love is dead. Stricken by Time’s callous hand, Ye for whom his shafts were sped, Ring the knell, for Love is dead! He hath drooped his boyish head On cool … Continue reading

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