The Piano Player
He hadn’t memorized the tune
but after 11 years of practice
his fingers found each key
like a pigeon to its roost.
Bent over the keyboard he
played from the heart.
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A cross section of poetry, short stories, reports from living in Kuwait, China and some previous published material from the ATA (Alberta Teachers' Association and several other sources), stories about growing up Mennonite, photos from trips, political, social commentary and general insights...
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