June Elizabeth Matthews

Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

June was born on June 5, 1935. Named June Elizabeth Matthews. She was the third born of 11 children; studied at Saltburn Secondary School, Cleveland England, also at Batley and Dewsbury Tech, (secretarial) attended M/bro Art College, also studied under Proff (Browne) now deceased, of the London Art College. She married a Scots Canadien, John Burns, and they have six children and ten grandchildren. June has won honorable mentions, Silver and Gold awards, a member of the National Authors Registry, has been published by the Regency Press in England, The Poetry Press (also England), The Quill Press, America Iliad Press, World of Poetry , Watermark Press, National Library of Poetry (America). June Elizabeth sometimes writes under the name of Leonard Vincent. June Burns is now using June Elizabeth Matthews, her maiden name. Philosophical statement: To be myself, and not try to be as others would have me be, and always be guided by a higher hand."

Ode To Life

I searched about my bedroom, studied at my books,
But I couldn't figure out just where I had to look,
I searched beneath bed clothes, in cupboards and in drawers,
But still the voice kept whispering the same words o'er and o'er,
It seemed that when I walked, the trees they whispered out my name,
As rustling and twinkling, they danced in rich array,
As down to pluck the rose, it whispered leave me be,
Go search and yea shall find, and all men shall be free,
So again I searched the river beds, but all I found was pike,
And down the road I journeyed----the road we all call life.

The Earth He Walked On

The Earth He walked on,
Not alone, we followed as He trod,
He led us not visible, but unseen,
His hands in ours, to grasp at times in need,
And when our darkest hour has come,
He sheds His love all enveloping,
Around us light!
To gently take us in His arms,
and bring us to the everlasting light,
And when in sorrow we are lost and afraid,
The pain and grief are long,
He whispers words of love to us,
And keeps us going on,
Then memories come, replacing dreams,
Of sadness at one's loss, The thoughts of things, one did and said,
Of walks! And love! And things gone past!
And when the tears start up, a memory shall eclipse!
To bring a smile, for love has not passed,
but is waiting at your side!

Madonna of Ages

Madonna of ages, ---she stands alone,
Men not caring, ne'er leave her alone,
The picture not wanting, the portrait is done,
And she is the Mother of my darling son,
Beloved they ponder the look in your eyes,
Beloved they ponder the young wanton smile,
But I know the secret, the truth in your heart,
And man isn't ready for his hidden part,
Your eyes they are flirtatious, there's gait in your smile,
I've looked so longingly, into your eyes,
The smile is for all man, tell stories to please,
You are so more love than portraits need,
They ponder your smile love, the charm in your eyes,
Your face never changing, your eyes always calm,
If the picture could'st talk love, tell story true,
The portrait of love is a portrait of you,
- - (A portrait of man).