Jack A. Bradbury

Prince George, British Columbia

I loved creative writing in school. As an adult, I find inspiration for my poetry from nature and life's apprenticeship. I started out as a barber in 1960. Eventually I taught the trade at two colleges. I have been a letter carrier with Canada Post since 1989. I became a Distinguished Member of I.S.P in 1995. I have had my poetry published in several I.S.P. anthology's, the latest of which is "The Best Poems of the 90s." I feel honored at being called "A Poet For the Common Man," by a local newspaper. I have four children and two grandchildren.

Youth

Life as a child
Is Free and wild

There are so many friends
There is no end

We laugh we smile
Yet all the while

Little do we know
That some day

We will be old

Old Age

We learn to hate
It comes with age

The child in us
Has made the grade

And we teach our young
That life is fun

To love to trust
Is in all of us

The child sits on boney knees
But a twinkling eye
Hides the hate in me

Homeless Child

Asphalt streets
soak up the heat

Rising temperature
Of a million feet

Mapped confusion
Mass illusion

City jungle
Ancient curbs crumble

Homeless child
On streets ... wild

Backless couch
Tiny bodies slouch

Armchairs of air
No one cares

Universal Order

The suns lingering kiss
Has vanished into shortened days

My cosmic lovers touch I'll miss
As skin returns to winters fade

Sea side sunset
Final salute
Clouds appear
Come back cosmic lover
I need you near

Suddenly a covetous lover
The wind of winter

Lashing out potent fear
I face the wind
Brushing away
A frozen tear