William J. Lambert

Ontario, Canada

William was born in Camden East, Ontario, Canada in 1919. He was one of thirteen. He started writing poems in the mid seventies. William published poems in a local newspaper and also received life membership and several awards by The National Library of Poetry with four collections of "Treasured Thoughts" of which he dedicated to his family. He received public recognition with the Canadian Army. He is a licensed propane operator. With a love of Nature and flowers, he finds relaxation writing poetry. Many trades were experienced in the past. William said, ÒMy inspirations are as swift as the waters. Nature is my educator, the best teacher of man.Ó

Honesty

I feel today in my Heart --
Even the smallest seed, needs a start.

Kindness and a gentle smile --
Can win the love, of most any child.

Happiness! can be found in most everything -
All kinds of Nature, has a Song to Sing.

Honesty and Trust, not Deceit --
In life, most trials, they will defeat.

A Home! can be built, most any place --
If with God we place all our faith.


Remembering

I remember them in many -- yes, many ways.
Being raised in the old fashion way.
Learning the law of survival was a joy.
When money was too scarce, to buy a toy.
I watched his beard and hair grow white
As he labored hard, from dawn unto night.
I seen her hair turn from black to grey
As she worked hard, day after day.
I found much wisdom, that can not be bought --
From the many lessons, of which they taught.
I knew! some day we had to part
And that losing them would break my heart.
But! it is no sin to feel sad
The days we buried my Mom and Dad.


I Am Only Me

I rise in the morning before the sun,
Work hard all day, but my works never done.
You may ask who I may be, my answer is, ÒIÕm only me.Ó
I was born to my parents, their first son,
Growing to manhood I had much fun --
I grew up to a man of five foot eight inches tall,
I hope to be near, if ever you should call.
I have broad shoulders and hands that is rough,
I have a kind heart, although I may look tough.
Looking in a mirror I ask, ÒWho is that I see?Ó
An image smiles back as if saying, ÒItÕs only me.Ó

As I comb my hair I have to smile
If one can not laugh a little he is out of style
My hair once was blond but now it is grey.
My mustache gets whiter and longer each coming day.
Again you may ask, ÓWho is it you see?Ó
Well, IÕll answer back, ÒIt is only me.Ó

I have ploughed the land, never sailed the seas.
I have taken the honey, from the Honey Bees.
I love telling jokes when day is done,
In the evening, watch the setting of the sun.
I love all nature and let it be --
Because! IÕm not you, I am only me.

All poems Copyright © 1996 William J. Lambert. All rights reserved.