Well here's 8th poem with 6th and 7th afterwards.
Hail to the Broncos
Dedicated to the hockey players and coaches of the Humboldt Broncos, who died or were injured in an accident on Friday, April 6, 2018Your team was blessed with awesome talent
as you were in the playoffs again this year.
All hair dyed blond together,
all brothers passing pucks, now
all of us are weeping loudly at your loss.
Your moms and dads cry also for the games
they will not see, the graduations
they will not attend, the grandchildren’s lives
they will not witness. You may be gone,
but never forgotten by the country, because
you played our game, the hockey on frozen ponds.
The town will continue forward, for to admit defeat would not occur anyone
in Saskatchewan’s fair city at the crossroads of Highways 20 and 5.
© 2018 Catherine Woods
Return to Beauty
Slowly, courageously spent, the girlregains her former grace; rebirth itself
brings its own reward. Not long ago she saw the world
as a young maid in a long blue gown; then circumstances
cast out her beauty as age reflects another’s jealousy as
mirrors do for those who cannot take perfection’s fail.
A kindness from within is fairest of them all; and beauty’s truth
is but a question for those unanswered:
Where do you go when you need time to think about the future?
© 2018 Catherine Woods
A Visit
As I sit cross-legged on the Moon, I see
the big blue marble, less like a solid ball
(from eons past), more like an orange now,
overripe and caked in mold. An self-infected orb
with life unchecked, the change since my last visit staggers me,
and now I fear the lessons were not learned, and bullies rule
throughout all realms. But as an optimist, I will attend,
but from afar, and hope that those who also see the future
worth fighting for will carry on until all black is white and
all differences are gone.
© 2018 Catherine Woods
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