Dorothy Fern Fowler

Williams Lake, British Columbia, USA

Dorothy Fern Fowler was born July 30, 1922 in Winnipeg Canada. Now divorced, Dorothy has 7 children 3 boys and 4 girls. She holds memberships in the International Society of Poetry, Royal Canadian Legion and Old Age Pensioners Organization. "When I pass a church, I always stop and visit. For when they carry me in the 'Lord' won't have to ask. "Who is it?" To approach man with caution. For when man is as trustworthy as the tree. He may be rewarded with its freedom. How do you not know, the tree feels its downfall.

Who Knows Where Time Goes

Time is something we don't understand,
It's gone with a hello and a shake of the hand.
Never enough time for those you hold dear
But always, time for sadness and tears.
Time, you can't se it at all
For it passes so quickly --- while you lean on a wall.
Who knows where time goes/
No time for the dreams you have for yourself
Nor time for reading all the books the shelf.
Not enough time to go drifting along
For one has to work eight hours long.
Who knows where time goes?
No time to laugh --- and just be alone,
No time at all for friend or foe.
Time is running out --- people all say,
Who knows where time goes --- each and every day!

In The Morning

Rising this morning, feeling so sad,
Glanced out my window, and the scene make me glad.
For the sun was rising in the east,
Behold the sight my eyes to feast.
The snow capped mountains great and tall,
Looking like a gigantic wall.
Now too on a rosy glow
As the sun cast shadows to and fro ...
A sky that was a brilliant blue
And the little white clouds went hurrying through.
The scene was enough to take your breath way,
One wonders how God could make such a perfect start for a day.