Rena Flannigan was born in Scotland and many years ago moved to fill her childhood dream to live in Canada. Her biggest success was becoming the speed skating champion of Scotland and Great Britain. She became the Canadian Champion at Kempenfeldt Bay, Barrie in 1964. Always athletic, she was a good tennis player and skier. Later, she found her niche on the dance floor winning trophies for Latin and Ballroom dancing. Rena was a tailoress, a teacher of Fashion and Design, and she became the Vice-Principal of a private designing school. These were followed by a career as a Tour Guide and Manager, her all-time favourite occupation. Now she is learning how to use a computer and wants to be a writer of various genres.
SPRING, WHERE ARE YOU?
Their bell heads waving in the breeze
There is no sound of ringing
Are they sad because
The April showers are not here
To give them a drink?
Instead of April showers
Bringing the flowers
There are snowflakes
Dancing in the wind
Enough to cover the snowdrops
Holding back other colourful buds
The trees once again have branches of white
There should be green all around
Snow is for winter
It is now Spring, but it is hard to tell
A white carpet covers everything
It is all over the grass and flower beds
Are the buds on the trees also confused?
Are they hiding, waiting for the sun
To warm them and welcome them
To please the souls
Of the winter’s weary people?
Will it end soon is a question we all ask
To see a blue sky during the day
Lifts the spirits and hopes high
The night falls
So does the snow – again
This is not supposed to happen
It is April not bitter winter
Mother Nature fooled us
No snow when it should have been here
Summer in January. Some days
Shirt sleeve weather,
The climate is so confused
Upside down and back to front
Even the sun is hiding
Above the grey clouds
No warmth can we feel in the air
To lift our spirits out of the doldrums
We must think positive
Spring will come . . . it must.