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A Traveler's Tale

by Douglas Kew

91 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #00-0218; ISBN 1-55212-552-1; US$13.50, C$19.99, EUR13.00, £9.10

Poetry, thoughts and reflections accompanied by photos from Canada and U.K.

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About the Book Spirituality, love, faith, thoughts, a tribute to John Lennon ... and a little bit of merry old England. A book of thought provoking poetry and photos ... this is A Traveler's Tale. One dollar from the profits of the sale of each book will be given to help the kids of this world.

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About the Author "A relentless pursuit of happiness will weaken the spirit. Happiness should not be pursued, it is the predator. We must slow down from time to time and allow it to consume us," says the author of A TRAVELER'S TALE. Born in 1958, Doug Kew was raised in Trimdon; a village nestled on a hill in the rolling, picturesque countryside of County Durham, North-East England. At the age of thirty he immigrated to Canada, and with his new Canadian bride, Patti, settled down to life on the vast prairies of Alberta and Saskatchewan. His love of the ocean eventually took them to beautiful Vancouver Island in British Columbia, the place they now call home. From farmhand: bricklayer; taxi driver; professional musician; and now truck driver, his passion for words and music has remained. From his earliest writing; "Through the Round Window" and "A Traveler's Tale", to the more recent "Thunderstorm", his poems tell of times happy and sad, and through them all runs a thread of hope and spirituality. Though he loves his adopted country of Canada, he remains very proud of his Geordie roots and culture. This is so vividly expressed in his poem "Yam", written in his native "Geordie", it rolls merrily through fond memories of time spent and misspent. "I tried to write "Yam" as close as possible to some of the local dialects, though some sounds are difficult to write......... sowtle afftadee!" he smiles. Enjoy. The author invites you to visit the following websites: www.patricialynnproductions.com, www.douglaskew.com, and www.tributetoneildiamond.com.

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A TRAVELER'S TALE

In the midst of one dark night,
I heard a voice, to my delight, say,
"Can you listen, feel, and see?
Then I'll take you on a long journey.
Across the lands of the earth we'll glide,
through storm, through calm, 'cross wind and tide,
in scorching sun and deepest blue,
all of my gifts I'll show to you.
Through all of this you must not speak,
for words would only be too weak to tell of the
beauty you will see;
the birds, the animals, the flowers, the trees,
the mountains, the valleys, the meadows, the leas;
to rivers and streams that swell and burst to
overflow
and quench the thirst of barren deserts, sand and
dust,
between them all a certain trust.
Know now of my intention true,
for all of these things I give to you.
Tend them well with love and care,
and when you need them
they'll be there through troubles, worry, pain and
strife,
you'll have all that you need to sweeten your life.
I must leave you now, but please, do take heed,
for I will return for the fruits of my seed.
So, tell of your journey to all fellow men.
Goodbye, farewell 'till I meet you again."

In the dawn of one new day,
I heard a voice, to my dismay, say,
"Can you still listen, feel, and see?
Then I'll take you on a long journey.
Over the faceless earth we'll glide;
no storm, no calm, no wind and no tide,
no scorching sun, just deepest blue
is all that remains of my gifts to you.
Through all of this you must not speak,
for words would only be too weak to tell of the
desolation,
you will see;
no birds, no animals, no flowers, no trees
no mountains, no valleys, no meadows, no leas;
no rivers or streams that swell and burst,
just barren deserts of sand and dust
are all that remain of a certain trust.
Where was the love, the kindness, the caring,
the joy of life, of giving, of sharing?
It seems my gifts were all in vain, now washed away
by acid rain.
My words, my love, my hopes, my trust,
now buried in radio-active dust."
Then, in the midst of that dark day,
I heard the voice again, to say,
"Now, just to show my love is true,
I'll even share my home with you.
Gather up your soul and come with me,
I'll take you on your last journey."

LIFE IS SWEET

"The world is yours, grab it with both hands!"
he said,
passion in his voice;
pleading, beautiful brown eyes reaching deep
into my secret heart.
"Life is sweet." he said; beauty pouring from
his very soul,
washing over my innocence, cradling me in it's
serenity;
quieting the loud impatience of youth with
smiling wisdom.
Even now, no, now more than ever I hear his
gentle voice,
playful, reassuring, comforting.
I savour the dancing, joyful notes of a tune
masterfully whistled,
greeting the precious beginnings of the new
day;
serenading the last golden rays of the evening;
floating happily in the warm summer twilight,
more enchanting than any song I have ever heard;
prettier even than the sweet song of the
blackbird so dear to his heart;
making me happy, my soul safe, my life secure.
Now, more than ever, I see his smiling eyes
gazing back at mine from the mirror,
tears rolling softly down his face.
My youthful dreams once fanciful, daring,
consuming,
now easily laid to rest with him;
faded pictures in a book of fairy tales.
There is but one dream now,
like a silk thread gently woven in to the intricate
tapestry of my sanity;
there by the gate, side by side, our arms around
each other shoulders,
we are together again.

With every beat of my heart,
every ounce of my being,
every waking moment,
I miss you DAD.

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