Blown Poems

On Friday next week, Remembrance Day, we will remember those who died in war. My poems for this week and next are taken from my book ‘A Summer Father’ in which I remember my father who died in Normandy on June 26, 1944.


sand blows
through his poems
hiding the grey-faced men                                  
who build roads
only to lose them
under storms

tornadoes of sand
take tents and men
into the screaming sky

pass and leave silence

empty my father
who wrote in sand
waiting for wind
to carry the words

from ‘A Summer Father’ published by Frontenac House, 2006.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to Blown Poems

  1. Great post today thanks. I enjoyed reading it very much.

    Feel Free to Share this wonderful poem with everyone:

    – A River of Time –

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