Early morning.

            Tinted sky.

             Rockets of red and gold blast to the universe

             A thick haze of noxious fumes.

             Erupts from the inferno.

             Engulfing and choking ones who try to take command.

             Aspirations crackling, sizzling and burning.

             Hopes and dreams lost in a fleeting moment of time.

             Curious onlookers stand in awe.

             At the power to consume and execute.

             Demonic laughter emanates from the dark recesses.

             It will hold the upper hand until all has ceased to exist

             It gives no mercy.

             And has no laws.

            

             Out of the ashes of despair comes a new hope for the future.

             Tears bring expectations.

             As eyes follow their dreams to the clear blue sky.

             For the heavens know their dreams and holds them with                                   

              outstretched hands.

             And if they have the courage to rise above the embers their      

               dreams will be given.

         

                    December--27--2000

                    Post and Pack, Wholly Bagel, All Greek To Me, M.S. Office  Were

      Totally Demolished.

                    Fire Was Spotted At 2:30 A.M.

                    And Was Out By--4 P.M.

 

                                                          Michelle Langshaw

                                                                   Red Deer

 

 

            She came a slidin down the stairs.

          A heavy sack on her back.

          A clingin and a clangin.

          A bingin and a bangan.

          Her red jacket ablazen.

          Her tummy was amazin.

          It was like a giant ball so               

          the chimmney was to small.

                   

                    What was in this sack she carried on her back?

                    With such a clingin and a clangin.

                    And a bingin and a bangin

                    Oh what a clamor it made when she walked.

                    You couldn't hear yourself talk.

                    Know what it was?

                  

                   Bed Pans.     

                                                                                                      Michelle Langshaw

                                                                                                               Red Deer

 

My spirit soars with the eagle into a past life.

 

A time of prairie grass,

                             teepees and buffalo.

 

I fly through the night on a golden horse with

   drums calling to me through the setting sun.

 

I am a warrior strong and proud.

 

I have fought many battles and

                                                hunted the buffalo.

I am a spirit man.

 

And the spirits of the ancient ones guide me  to the buffalo

                                                  when the young ones cry.

 

I take what I need from mother earth and give thanks through 

                                                  the drums of my ancestors.

 

I have fought my last battle.

 

An arrow has found its mark and I lay dying

                                             in the arms of my creator.

 

My body is laid to rest with my bow, arrows and spirit pouch to 

                                           help me on my long journey.

 

The wolf, my spirit animal, comes to take me 

                                             to a better place.

                                                         

                                                                                                        Michelle Langshaw

                                                                                                               Red Deer