Clara Demmer

Newmanlake, Washington

Clara Demmer's husband is deceased. She has 4 sons and one daughter. She married Lytt Demmer, a widower with 3 sons--one deceased. They have been married 30 years and are both retired. She graduated high school and was in the honor society. She has had some college and has been writing poetry seriously for 30 years. She is contained in the "Best Poets' of the 20th Century, "a permanent record in The National Historic Archives. She does readings on the East coast. Barbara Fischer is her editor. In 1995-96, The International Society of Poets board nominated her as a lifetime "Distinguished Member." She is also in the "Best Poets of 1997" as well as The International Poetry Hall of Fame. She says, "I went through the back door of education, I think." She also feels that she is a teacher, indirectly.

The Third Millennium

We are the children
Of the third millennium
Where Earth separates, spitting fire,
Floods ravage our lands and homes,
Fires rampage through our forests,
And wildlife almost gone.
Many people, yet we are strangers.
We all walk the hot beds of time,
And over all previous generations,
climbing to the altars of your beliefs
Have left us trouble and heartache,
But the new millennium
Will be ours___________!
Then when the past is gone,
whatever is left,
We will sweep into our hearts.
In the mean time we must learn,
All the things we need to know,
so we can go onto our conclusion.
Because now we are ignorant,
And we, left with holes, defective.
Yet, we the children
Will become the masters
Of our own time span.
The third millennium!

Lady Liberty

I
It's the rhythm of the oceans,
And the men who guard the seas,
With lights from the lighthouse,
We avert most tragedies.

II
Between a rock and a hard place,
Stands the towers with the lights,
Keeping ships from grounding,
During long and stormy nights.

III
There she stands our lady,
Stark and weathered for all time,
Standing there she beacons,
For all the world to find.

IV
Many nations laughed at us,
As freedom reared it's head,
Yet we stand united still,
Like our Constitution said.

V
But the meaning of that lighthouse,
Stands guard for all to see,
Keeping ships safe by night,
And our people safe and free.

Riding Free

Riding the thermals
From coast to coast,
Rides like the wind.
Through colored trails of motion,
Like continuous exposure of film,
Like day dreams,
And the secrets of wonder,
Or a bird in flight,
Flying free into the night.
With imagination my power,
Will enlarge and grow,
Inspired by the freedom, and
Captivated by earth's beauty,
My passion for life knows,
The transformation of my mind,
Renewing, growing, throbbing ideas,
Living life, creating wisdom,
True happiness and freedom,
As the spirit creates,
The hour for which I was born,
Prophetic to the end.