Peter Todd, Poet

Peter's Masonic Poetry

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Peter Todd, Poet

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Cat of Nine Tails

2006-05-09T13:20:00.000-07:00

Cat of Nine Tails
By Peter A. Todd petertoddpoet.com

With open eyes and endless thoughts
I reflect upon the pain in my back
Asking myself why my mind was wrought
Of the whippings for which I did not ask
Each time I felt the stinging pain
I would think of my mother I did not know
Of the loving kindness of my sister
Who in my dreams protected me from each blow
I asked myself back in younger days
Why was I taken away with such haste?
Then I recalled as my loved ones would say
I was lying in my own waste
So dear Lord the sands of time has past
And the scars of my body have healed
Looking back those fifty years passed
The answers of my crying heart have been revealed

Mothers Touch

2006-05-08T10:19:00.000-07:00

Mother’s Touch
By Peter A. Todd 05/08/2006

A mother’s touch is her grace and smile
Or the tender kiss at each embrace
A mother’s touch is in her cooking style
Teaching her children not to waste
The faith in her God she passed on
Her hand encircling ours as we grew
The cloths she washed that we wore
The wisdom we have now by all she knew
A mother’s touch is like the brush of angel wings
Combined by the light of Heaven’s glow
We reflect as we loved how she would sing
As our torn clothing from playing she would sew
To those Mother’s of yesterday’s and tomorrows
We give you all the honor and praise
For the precious time God gave us to borrow
We wish you all a Happy Mothers Day

Words of the Vision

2006-03-24T07:18:00.000-08:00

Words of the Vision of the Soul
7/5/2003

Poetry must and always be of the soul
A rendering of love of the writer’s heart
It should contain a vision of time yet to unfold
The emotions of its meaning from the start
Poetry is as ancient as from the Psalms of David
Such a faithful and God fearing man
The description of what is within the inner beauty
Of loved ones we embrace and cherish dear
Or the vision a mountain and morning clearing
It is the very existence of our inner tears
Of words to be treasured through the sands of time
A vision for the blind of pleasures to unfold
Expressions of love in our thoughts hard to find
Poetry more precious than the world and all its gold
It’s the echo of ones heart to the impaired of hearing
The comforting of mind in sadness cast
The reflection of the soul and ones awakening nearing
It’s etched in silver within the souls reflection matched

Worlds Treasures

2006-03-24T07:15:00.000-08:00

World’s Treasure’s

It is said that the most held value
Is the world’s precious diamonds and gold.
Yet we need not far to travel
For within our mists greater treasures unfold
A mother’s love is truly precious
They watch over us through all the days and nights
In times of life’s fears she’s courageous
A mother is to our youth a guiding light
So treasure this there special day
By giving them your thanks for there undying love
Show them how you love them in a special way
For this love should be a reflection of God above
Mother’s they may be single or wed for years beyond measure
They even could be miles away, or live down the street
They are the greatest of all the world’s treasures
Who have molded and shaped our lives complete
A very Happy Mothers Day to each and every one
May the blessing of God be with them this and everyday
That all their trials and goals be won
“ Mother’s “World’s Treasure’s in each and everyway.

Happy Mother’s Day

Peter A. Todd 5/03/01

Nightmare or Truth

2006-03-21T19:49:00.000-08:00

Nightmare or Truth
By Peter A. Todd 3/21/2003

It was a cold winters night and all was still
I can see it clearly but it seems to be a dream
I’m out with the guys with good time to kill
In my head are deafening screams
I volunteered to drive as I only drank a few
Or in truth could it have been three
Who’s counting were just out for a good time
If only these sounds in my head would leave me
It’s beginning to get real hazy and cold
The streets seem to be turning to ice
But I am a good driver in full control
I’m known as a friend to be trusted and bright
I believe we left the last bar nine or ten
Who really cares were just out for fun
This were having with my drinks I begin to blend
Oh! My God what’s that blurred figure before me
It’s a mother and child crossing the street
Please help me I’m so dizzy I can’t see
To even put on the brake with my feet
But it’s to late they are gone from sight
Dam! All I can hear is their deathly screams
Who do they think they are out at this time of the night?
Maybe this is just a foolish bad dream
Well things are quite now my friends are back with me
But tell me Lord why from their lips are there no sounds
I now lay at peace with these flowers circling free
As they lower my casket into the ground
Wait! in the corner above my grave
I see a young father staring at me
Why does he look with such hatred in his eyes
I was just out with guys for a good time I’ve craved
IS THIS WHAT LIES AHEAD IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY

Window of Life

2006-03-21T19:48:00.000-08:00

Window of Life

With eyes fixed through window wide
I take in Nature’s rare sites
Birds chirping side by side
Upon each mornings new sunlight
The calming of the changing seas
As the tides smoothes out the sand
Reminding us that we are free
To abide on this our God given land
As the evening comes to its end
The waters take on a great change
For unto the human eye Heaven glows
Beyond the stars and the moons range
To blanket us with God’s protective sky
As we rest from our daily deeds
Within God’s blessings to abide
As in him we must always believe

Gloucester

2006-02-20T15:21:00.000-08:00

Gloucester

I take my stroll by the oceans sand
Amazed by how the tide smoothes the shore
Taking pictures of the Man at the Wheel
Paying a quarter for the harbor to explore
Catching my breath as I admire such sites
As the Lighthouse beyond Ten Pound Island
Or the majesty of Hammond’s castle at night
Or our golden beaches to bask on
The oceans wave pounding the back shore
With the mists of the sea spraying each passerby
The Universalist Church with its historical steeple
As its glowing beacon guides ships through foggy skies
The fishing boats and Lobster boats tied to each dock
Making ready their nets and traps for the next trip out
Dogtown Common with all its trails and historic rocks
Stagefort Park and its happy families of cries and shouts
The Joan of Ark statue and Roger’s memorial stone
All the murals inside City Hall
The name of Lost Fishermen , loved ones own
This my friends is the city my memory recalls

The Fisherman

2006-02-20T15:20:00.000-08:00

The Fisherman

Watching over our boats night and day
With his hands at the ships wheel
A statue of Faith for the fishermen of today
With eyes fixed like glistened steel
Many a seasons storms have passed by
Since he was dedicated on our shore
Through raging storms and sunlit skies
The Fisherman has done his chore
Our sands of time have taken its toll
From the great statue of our seas
Like the many stories of Noah often told
Our Fisherman sets the spirit within us free
The words that are etched below his feet
So true to the fishermen in many ways
When the sands of time are stilled we’ll meet
Those we have lost from the oceans grave

Alligator

2006-02-20T15:16:00.000-08:00

Alligator

As I look upon the ocean view
One thought comes to my mind
Of the loss of the Alligator and her crew
The answers to questions to find
I can remember Captain Carlo, a gentle man
A teacher of the Fishing Craft
He was always ready to give others a helping hand
To those who were to shy to ask
We question the acts of God and his way
Although he must have had cause to take
The crew of the Alligator to eternity stay
Until the Day of Judgment to awake
For now dear lord I pray this night
To comfort those, these men left behind
Help them in their voyage to find your great light
The answers we seek in you to find

Fathers Day Salutati

2006-02-20T15:15:00.000-08:00

Fathers Day Salutation
By Peter A. Todd 6/10/2003

When we think of Fathers we remember the Faith
That they had in all their conquered deeds
We reflect upon the blisters on their hands
From the way they labored for each child to feed
A Father is to each child a firm foundation
That has given them guidance along life’s trail
Truly a gift of our Lord of all creation
The Captain of our Life's Schooner sailed
We also remember each hard lessen in life
That they taught us how to defend
Guiding us to a choice that was right
So that the challenge would come to an end
On this day we wish to impart to all of you
Our greatest wish for a Happy Father’s Day
We thank you for each day in Christ renewed
It is their Love that has guided our way

Festive Reasoning

2006-02-20T15:12:00.000-08:00

Festive Reasoning

Now that the Festive Season is here
Let us strive to do what is right
When we go out for a night’s cheer
Let us not give our loved ones anguished fright
To drink and drive is a deadly deed
For which there is no excuse
It only fills the empty graves
Of which the sober have no use
To hurt and maim is a horrific sin
To be answered on Judgment Day
So if you’re having beer, wine or gin
Let a sober friend guide your way
It may not be death if drunk you drive
But it could be a lifetime of pain
These words with you I hope will always remain

Circle within the Sq

2006-02-20T15:08:00.000-08:00

Circle within the Square
By Peter A.Todd

In reflection to General Warren’s fame
A man and Brother and leader who cared
On what Freemasonry became.
And of what knowledge he gave to share

Through the reflection of the hourglass
We have chosen to follow his lead
In the thoughts and actions of this class
Masonic heritage has planted the seed.

In making this journey upon this level of time
We will strive to fill the Lodge chairs
With men of new visions clearly depicted
Our foundation of Faith will always be there.

In the journey that many will chase
Faith, hope and charity are cast
To help our Brothers in life’s load
They will have the heritage of General Warren,
And all Master Masons of our past.

My Souls inner passi

2006-02-14T16:59:00.000-08:00

My Souls inner passion

As I reach into my heart in search of mind
To pass on to you the love from my soul
My Darling Barbara through my heart is defined
You are the passion that abides in my soul
Our Love has conquered many mountains
Of life’s struggles and problems as they unfold
My dearest our union of Faith has been like a fountain
That enriches all the greatest of love to hold
On this Special Valentine’s Day
I embrace your love as if it were just new
My beautiful wife I just want in witness of God to say
How much I in our journey truly love you
It is my prayer this day that God will impart
All the greatest of Life’s treasures to you due
My darling in our sands of time you abide in my heart
As my inner passion gives my undying love to you

Happy Valentine’s Day

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Valentines Greetings

2006-02-14T16:55:00.000-08:00

Valentine’s Greetings
By Peter A. Todd 02/14/2005

Expressions of love can be of many ways
Such as a card or a box of scrumptious candy
Most are sweet, yet others can be tart
Valentine’s gifted from Friends and Family
It is a time of ones expressions of the heart
To be passed on to all those we love and greet
Such as a big hug to that Special person to impart
Or the re-union of lost love to meet
Love is a gathering of the Souls emotions
It is built in the hearts waiting to be released
Those feelings of ones unbroken devotion
That will never be lost or cease
We on this day look back in the pages of time
Remembering those who shared their love
For no other treasure can be more defined
Than the precious gift of our parents love

Happy Valentine’s Day to all

In Birthday m

2006-01-05T17:50:00.000-08:00

       In Birthday memory of
       Ida Marie Putaansuu
     Poetry by Peter Todd
     In Birthday memory of “ Ida Marie Putaansuu “

Fifty-One years ago “Mom” clasped Jesus hand
To be gathered into Heaven’s renewal of life
Through earthly times of troubled sands
In my faith she abides within the great light
My book of teaching reaches my soul
To share with God what I could not see
For now as my years of wisdom starts to unfold
Of the pains of false love she is eternally free
In my heart she flies with the angels of God
Watching over our family through days and nights
Her embodiment is of the rainbow above the sod
That helps to make the load in my heart light
I leave this spent moment of my heart
In homage to all those families members of God’s promised land
Their gifts of love and the wisdom to impart
Will abide through the changing of the Hourglass sands
Poetry is the Vision of the Soul through the spirit of one’s soul

Colors United

2006-01-05T17:46:00.000-08:00

       Colors United Martin’s Dream
        By Peter Todd


We search for colors to see
Such as the ocean’s and the hue of Liberty
There is still one outstanding color
That represents life and humans such as we
That of the color of blood Jesus shed
On that dark day that represents inhumanity
We see the color of purple its stature grand
Within the color Yellow of earths sand
Brown, Black, Red and Tan in Martin’s dream
United skins of colors of our Creator’s land
You see Martin dream is God’s reality
For all of his children bleed the same as he
Our Savior died on Faith’s Calvary’s tree
Lift up your voices high and pray to the Lord
Martin’s dream in truth reveals
Hatred of indifference is of the Devil’s sword
Poetry is the Vision of the Soul through the spirit of one’s soul

Inner Door

2006-01-05T17:41:00.000-08:00

Inner Door
Poetry by Peter Todd

The sands of time stopped on that tearful day
When my mother was freed from her imprisoned room
In my search of her being words of the unfaithful to say
That her life was of just a pitiful doom
Little did they know of this Special Mom, God’s treasure?
This lady with a heart that would melt like gold
A loving Soul by today’s standards beyond any measure
Of the true meaning of a mothers love to unfold
Trapped in a body filled with sickness and pain
Treated like a Leprosy or a invading germ
Many a days homeless through sunshine and rain
With trusting heart and a soul that burned
Jesus heard her cry to enter the inner door
As she begged her Savior to let her to be saved
From her earthly world of hate in her prison room explored
Now part of my heart and soul her life to me gave

Poetry is the Vision of the Soul through the spirit of one’s heart

Shredded but Whole

2006-01-05T17:38:00.000-08:00

Shredded but Whole

Poetry by Peter Todd

In skies of blue I waiver near waters edge
All torn and cruelly tattered
My staff broken and splintered
The symbol of my honorable duty shuddered
I was spit on and lowly cursed
With words of hatred even by the young
Stepped on and kicked just like a ball
By teenagers out for a night of fun
They will not stop me I will fly even more
For I am the flag of freedom and glory
Through many treacherous land I have soured
The red blood of my stripes and each soldiers story
Just as the field of blue at oceans near
My white representing our countries faith
The stars of all our great states
Under God’s and below Heavens Golden Gates
Poetry is the Vision of the Soul through the spirit of one’s soul

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Continuing to Look Back ~ Gloucester City Hall
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I am going to attempt to take you on a City Hall tour. Let us begin our journey from the top.

Of course we have the City Hall Bell. While its date I am not sure of, but I do know it was a gift of Samuel Sawyer. I had the honor during my time as Custodian of City Hall to ring the bell. I requested permission from Mayor Bruce Tobey to be able to ring the bell at noon every day. I even figured out a way of stringing a rope all the way to the landing next to the Mayors office. I had the sad honor of ringing the bell thirty three times as Freddy Kyrouz's funeral procession left the Saint Ann's Church and reached City Hall on the Dale Avenue side.

Traveling back to the tower and below the bell we have the four faces of the City Hall clock, which in these days is run by a small electric motor sitting on a large cast iron stand. One day I decided to see what was underneath this black stand, gifted again by Samuel Sawyer. I used three gallons of ammonia, along with degreaser and cold water. To my amazement this once black four-legged stand became a beautiful green painted stand with gold etchings. These etchings represented the four seasons of the year, one on each leg. It was also my distinct pleasure to climb up the tower several times.

One year when my granddaughter Ashley was small, she noticed that the Christmas lights were out in the round windows at the top. To make her happy we both ventured to climb to the top to fix the lights - mind you, the wind was blowing a gale and the tower was swaying - but this did not deter us from our mission.

Moving down the stairs we come into the inner or upper sanctum of the Fred Kyrouz Auditorium. I remember each time I had to change a bulb it took one hundred turns of the crank for the globe to touch the hall floor. It would take about one hour to clean and change and put back each fixture.

Speaking of fixtures, there was one time when a man came in to fix the clock above the rear of the Chamber. He told me not to worry, that it was run by a small motor just like the one in the Tower. We proceeded to climb to ladders, one on each side of the clock. Much to our surprise we found after unbolting the face, that it was made of solid marble, which accidentally dropped in our hands, just by our fingertips . Since this face weighed so much it was not long we were both in pain trying to hold it up from falling. The man and I began to holler for help, and eventually our hollering turned into screaming, but soon the DPW crew saved us. What a relief.

So now to end this I must bring up one point of my history in City Hall. A couple years back there was a picture of a Marble Directory in the Times which was found, however it was found only after I saw this black slab in back of the City Hall Boiler. Upon cleaning it with ammonia, degreaser and scolding hot water, the reality of this directory was in full view, upon which I was able to slide this slab from the back of the furnace, to the entrance of the boiler room door, thus the picture in the paper.

That's it for now, but I still have more to come.

Posted December 31, 2004 11:25 AM

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Well here we are again tracing back on the imprints of my pages of time. With all the work going on and around the Gloucester Depot I have to add my thoughts.

First the new building does not look anything like the former Gloucester Depot. The original was set back further with the rear of the building abutting the paved walkway that is there now. The taxi cabs that you now see crowding out the cars that want to go into Shaw's parking lot ,which was once a railroad freight yard. Trains would almost be in the back yard of the people that lived on Maplewood Avenue. Taxi cabs back then parked backed in to abut the paved walkway of the depot. Passengers would park their cars up against the fenced in area behind the Depot Cafe as well as where the new Condo now stands.

Gloucester Auto bus would make their stop along the back of Babe Whalen's gas station.The Texaco Station is located there now. Where Sheep's Auto parts is once stood a Stud Dealership . I'm not sure but I believe Elliott Parsons and one of the Carr brothers ran it.

Of course we also had the infamous Station Lunch, greatest meals around at that time. Where all the tearing up is going on across the tracks was Neuse's Lumber Yard. The most memorable for me was working my Shoe Shine Stand at the Depot. I also remember my Dad as he would go to mug up at Station Lunch when he worked as a track man for the Boston & Maine Railroad.

Where Ryan's Car Wash stands once stood Welch's Jenny Station. Up the street was the Harbor Cafe, which is now the Rendezvous, and in my youth, next to that was The Clam Shell, which if I remember right was later Aleve Radio & Television Repair. Yankee Taxi was around the corner of Washington Street & Railroad Ave, and Dora Dickson had her one cab , which was always parked on the corner of Mrs. Sloan's house on the corner of Commonwealth Ave.

Back then there were very little traffic jams. Taxi cabs were parked in easy to access areas without impeding the public or drivers. Gives Gas Station was on the corner of Exchange Street and Nelson's Candy was on the opposite.

So I guess that's about it for now . A little bit of my past imprints in the book of time. In closing it is my feeling that the city should adopt some of the parking requirements that these Taxi companies adhered to .

Posted May 13, 2005 09:06 AM

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At this time we see the corner of Main & Pleasant as a total emptying of store fronts. This corner in years past was one of the busiest in Gloucester. In my time it was Sterlings Drugstore. It was managed by Jerry & Gordon Wiener. To this day I can remember Mrs. Johnson cutting me a big piece of squash pie, with a heaping spoonful of Sealtest chocolate ice cream. I can recall how in my youth the counter was so large. The people who worked at the Drugstore were very kind to the children of the area.

In walking around the corner upward on Pleasant St. there was Gloucester Camera and Photo, which later became a part of my Masonic Journey in the pages of time. Where the Artist Galleries are now located was the Western Union, managed by Mr. & Mrs. Howard Costa. I can also envision where Browns Mall is. The William G.Brown Department Store. Who could ever imagine that there would be so many condominiums within that building.

I remember the most, the little restaurant in the department store. Contrary to popular belief it was located beneath the spot where the Savory Skillet is located now. I can even now hear in my mind the sounds of the sales papers being routed through the air tubes that were located all over the store. In going out of the building on the Pleasant Street side I can also remember Santa's Village, located between the Salvation Army and Browns Department Store.

In particular in recalling the Salvation Army, when we were small we would go there to be given shoes to wear, and clothing to keep us warm . I can also remember each Christmas party at the Elks on Pleasant Street when we were treated to a Christmas Party with all the fixings, including Winter and Rain coats and hats gifted from Mighty Mac.

Woolworth's was located on the corner of Pleasant & Mains Street heading down toward where Dunkin Donuts is. Where the Police Station now is located there used to be Gorin's, which later became Almys Department store. The Police Station was located on Duncan St., next to the Fishermen's Institute, which by the way I and my family had the honor of cleaning before they tore it down. You see the agreement was we were only to clean up to the second floor as they were going to tear out the third, however as we finished the second floor some of the fishermen proceeded to lug their things from the third floor down to the second. So it was decided the building had to go.

Well that's it for now , I will try to shake the brain for more interesting imprints of my youth and teenage years.

Posted July 11, 2005 05:38 AM

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Continuing to Look Back ~ Gloucester Taxis
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In this issue, rather than traveling from corner to corner, we will attempt to seek out the in-between taxis of today and of yesterday.

Well let us begin our journey by hailing a ride from the newest company of these days. A&K Lighthouse Taxi. Andy & Kathleen Pastagal�s clean and well-maintained cabs. The meter is on; the windshield is clean and clear, so let us begin. The year is 1953. Instead of coming home from the state in a state officer's car, we arrive in a Lighthouse Taxi. On crossing the railroad tracks we pass Gove�s Gulf Station, which was next to Reilly Pontiac & Cadillac. Our new home is going to be above the Stewart Family at 124 Washington St. The first taxi we come too belongs to Dora Nickerson. It is a 1947 Plymouth four door sedan. Dora waves to us as we continue our journey.

Across from the Harbor Caf� and in back of Dave Spittle�s Coffee Shop is the Gloucester Depot. Backed into the walkway are at least eight checker or Chevy cabs. Their trunks and doors open, awaiting the passengers that are about to embark off the train. Sadly I can also recall the other end of the Depot, where the steel wheeled wagons would also await the brave soldiers bodies killed in action, each casket covered with the flag of their country that they died for. I can also recall Mayor Beatrice Corliss meeting the family members.

Upon continuing our journey and with the meter clicking we go to the West end of Main Street. There is our next taxi company, owned and operated by the Morando Family. These two were Chevy and Checker cabs. Joe always demanded clean cabs and honest drivers. He also maintained each vehicle to the best degree of standards.

Traveling around to Rogers Street and at its end was Thurston�s Motors and Taxi, across from The Anchor Caf�. On the easterly part of Main Street there was Turk Souza�s Taxi, whose office sat in the basement next to Horatio's. On top of Union Hill was Brown�s Livery and Taxi. And at one time at the bottom of Mount Vernon St. was Central Taxi, and another was Hubby Mitchell�s Taxi. Our last one was Rosie�s Taxi, owned and operated by Clarence Rose, which later became Madruga�s Taxi and Livery and later Sunrise Transportation. I remember when it was Rosie�s mostly because you had to climb a number of steps to get into the office. In later years Clarence became more interested in junking. Across from Rosie�s Taxi was Captain Bills Seafood, which moved to the lower west end, a couple doors down from Fat Walla�s and just about where the Blackburn Tavern is located, and on that corner in a little shop was Randazza Brothers Shoe Shine Stand.

Well returning back to our taxi because the meter is clicking away we are at the end of our journey. However, I did forget to mention Yankee Taxi owned and operated by Matt Amaral. There are many more Taxiss of Cape Ann Past such as Horton�s Taxi of Rockport or Pete�s Taxi of Ipswich, most have one thing in common, or at least in the past, they were well maintained, clean, and the drivers were kind and receptive to their passengers. In closing I am not going to recommend on what Taxi to take, let your eye be the first judge, then let your mind be the second. Gloucester now has one new Taxi, and one not so new. One company I have to mention is Atlantic Taxi. Then it was owned by the Lane Family who tried to keep up with the traditions of a well grounded service , and they should be honored for doing so, just as Mr. Lagallo in true wisdom should follow that tradition. They are managed by hard working individuals. It is my belief that these taxis should be inspected at least quarterly and by the looks of some of our public transportation I begin to question on just who is responsible for seeing that the safety of each passenger is taken into full consideration.

That�s it for now; our journey is at its end. The driver was both kind and receptive. Our cab was clean and its yellow hue certainly captures a vision of our taxis and their historic past. These writings are in honor of Clarence Rose, Hubby Michell, Ralph Brown, Joe Morando, Dora Nickerson , Olie Anderson , The Hildonons, The Thurstons and all past owners and drivers.

Posted September 7, 2005 06:34 AM

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2006-01-02T14:40:00.001-08:00

Upon the Shoulders of Faith
By Noble & Brother Peter A. Todd 02/27/2004

Standing proud with outstretched arms
He reaches out to provide for the girls and boys
Telling them to have no fear of any harm
As he gives them each a special toy
Comforting them of the pain in their bodies
As they settle them into the Shriner’s vans seat
Carrying them into the Shriner Hospital lobby
With their nurses and doctors to greet
This is the pride and reward that Shriner’s live
To give new hope to every patient they see
It is the challenge for every Shriner to give
Each a complete and successful recovery
The road of recovery must be fast
It is made smoother by the Transportation Fund
It could be a Van, Airplane , Train or Jet Flight cast
That performs this journey of angels begun

Peter Todd, Poet

Peter's Masonic Poetry

Peter Todd, Poet

Cat of Nine Tails

Mothers Touch

Words of the Vision

Worlds Treasures

Nightmare or Truth

Window of Life

Gloucester

The Fisherman

Alligator

Fathers Day Salutati

Festive Reasoning

Circle within the Sq

My Souls inner passi

Valentines Greetings

In Birthday m

Colors United

Inner Door

Shredded but Whole

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