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![]() ![]() ![]() Poem one I am not but one To the gumshiva we are one But to the Haida I was Many I am to live another day But die the next To us we are many But the gumshiva number us Like salmon We died in battle But by the thunder sticks God had us conquered To live the gumshiva way And for ours to die out. Thus so it is with the Haida way We held our heads not in shame But in pride We mumbled not but spoke clear But with the simple words Yet in many ways The Haida show their pride. Poem two: When I Leave So much love went Into you I'm afraid to take any back When I leave I cause you to lose your pride For when I leave 'Heaven' is The place for me For Love is not pain there By Lionel S. Hill Two of many poems written and recorded in two notebooks. If anyone knows of the location of these notebooks, the writer would deeply appreciate having them returned. How-aa! Thank you! Date: 1972-1973 |
![]() My name is Norma. I'm married to Lionel. We have 5 kids - Taryn, Sarah, Robyn, Wendy and Peter, and one grandchild, Tony. At the moment, I am teaching French and Home Economics at a Christian School. I also enjoy writing, reading, facilitating Christian study groups, exercise, gardening, playing guitar, and a multitude of other interests.
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