Canadian.

Everybody is talking about immigration, citizenship and more.
We received this letter not long ago from the PM office:

PRIME MINISTER - PREMIER MINISTRE.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Vertes:

It is with great pleasure that I extend my warmest greetings and congratulations to you on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of your arrival in Canada.

Our country's strength and vitality are derived from individuals like you who chose to make Canada their home.
This special milestone offers a chance to remember your journey, to reflect upon the significant events which have shaped your life in Canada, and celebrate you contribution to our great country.

I join with your family and friends in wishing you the very best on this occasion, as well as every happiness in the years to come.

Yours sincerely,

( Signed) Stephen Harper. Gold Seal of the PM.

Memorial candle.

"I our sadness we should be grateful for the years we shared with our loved ones."

(My composition about memorial...)

MEMORIAL CANDLE.

Watching the memorial candle flickering light,
You try to remember many events, the dark, the bright.
There is only one candle is burning on your table,
And you want to start a pray, but you are not able.

YISGADAL...

Should be a dozen candles, thousands, rather 6 million or more
To put on every table, in every home, to cover the entire floor.
But you light up one and you look into the flame...
Being a survivor, you know well whom to blame.

YISGADAL VE"YISKADASH...

The memories will be ever here to stay,
Our pain and emptiness will never go away.
Still the earth is moving,
Still the clock is ticking,
Still we keep crying...
But we must go on living!
Today followed yesterday, tomorrow will be the day after.
Give yourself peace in mind, a hopeful time. Now. Not later!
Today your tears are running when you pray,
Tomorrow you MUST have a better day.

YISGADAOL VE'YISKADASH SH'MAY...

Life can't be controlled only by your past,
Thinking about your future. That you MUST!
We have to take care of our friends and our family.
Think about it. We have to fulfill our destiny.

Look again into the cool, blue candlelight,
And look forward for a brand new fight.

So, my dear, say one more time:

YISGADAL VE'YISKADASH SH'MAY RABBO........

Lake Simco again....

*******Lots of things we do in the country, everybody is having a good time.

Doing large puzzle, windsurfing water sky and tennis, or just motor-boating....

How about fishing? For sure the BBQ is busy!

No radio, no TV, no newspaper, not even shaving, just good books, or magazine to read.

Cutting grass, chasing raccoons or wild ducks with Oliver (the dog)....

Do you know how to spell: R E L A X ?

Rosh Hashana

We celebrated Rosh Hashana 2007 (5767) in Toronto. Joanie made a toast to the Vertes, the Birnbaum and the Chris families. "This is the best and happy way to celebrate our Holidays. I hope every year will be the same. Good health, happiness and Le Chaim to everybody." The table was full, and everybody was very happy.

Ballad of the Death

One of the best poem Francois Villon wrote is: THE BALLAD OF THE DEATH. This gave me an inspiration to write a poem about it.

He was born in France, in 1431 and he lost his parents when he was eight years old. Guillome Villon, a priest took him in his home, gave his new name, and sent him to Sorbonne University.
Since the age of 12 he was writing poems. Villon loved good wine and bad girls. Most of the time he was drunk and spent lots of times in the jails. Many times he had to flee Paris to avoid the jail. In 1463 January he again was on run, left Paris. Nobody ever see him nobody knows when he died and where.

His poems live forever!

MY INSPIRATION OF FRANCOIS VILLON.


THE KING OF KINGS.

Gold, ruby and diamond cover the velvet crown,
His robe made out of feather, white and brown.
Shiny, dark black wood decorates the entire floor.
Diplomats surround the King. Soldiers guarding the door.

"I am the King! The whole world is mine!
Forever I will rule, until the sun will shine!"

The black robed Death arrived and started to tell:

"You are a bad king, and i will take you to Hell!
The sun is rising, but I, the death will decide your fate.
You will come with me NOW! I don't want to wait!"

THE RICH DAME.

A rich dame lives in a large mansion with manicured land...
The maid cleans everything, you couldn't find a speck of sand.
She is looking in the mirror to see a beautiful face,
And the well-made gown, with lots of silk and lace.

"I will be young and desirable forever!
Ugly or old I will be never. NEVER. NEVER!
Many rich lovers, lots of diamond they will bring
In every finger I want to have large, shiny ring."
The door opens; quietly the Death comes in without a noise:
"No more rich lovers! I will have you! You don't have a choice! "

THE STINGY BANKER.

Counting and recounting his money many times a day..
He wants more and more, but nothing to give away.
"A little from here, a little from there...this is my joy.
I don't want to have a wife, or or a child , not even a boy!

The Death climbs trough the window during the night:

"I will take rich or pour, sick or healthy without a fight."
The banker cries: "Let me take my treasures. Without them I will be lonely!"
The Death said: " No! You don't take anything! This is my rule and the only!"

THE INNOCENT CHILD.

He has many toys, fancy clothes. He is a happy child.
With lots of friends he plays games, gentle or wild.
He is very smart, has a big future, for sure it will be bright.

He is healthy, beautiful and very pleasent day and night

Education, marriage, have a large family..

Big success to look for and live in harmony...

The old Death talks quietly: "I don't give you any explanation,

I just ask you to come with me now without hesitation."

THE MASTER OF MUSIC.

The left hand magically touches the string,
The right moves gently, like the quiet spring.

When he plays a happy pieces, the violin is laughing.
Playing a sad composition the audience can't stop crying.

"Don't break my bow! I have hundreds sonatas to play!

I want to perform, to make every listener happy and gay!
"Your symphony is over, from your violin every note is history.

I will be your audience! I will be the only one to hear your melody!"

The violin is silent, the magic wood sings no more.

The concert is over, the audience see only closed door.

THE OLD FARMER.

His father and his grandfather cultivated this land,

Hard work is the farmer's life, his back is always bent.
He work before the sun rises, until the sun set...

He is not happy: no rain at all! The earth is never wet.

When the Death arrives, he knew it is time to go...

"I want to ask you something: please don't tell me no!\

Brother Death! I have only one favor to ask, than I will go:

The soil is poor, hard to make a living with empty hand
Cremate me and spread my body to enrich our land."

The death understand him and carried away his body....

"When a good man dies, he will leave behind his legacy."

He throws his ashes tenderly with steady hand,

For future generation will have rich and fertile land.

THE LESSON AND CONCLUSION.

When you were born, your destiny is written down,

You can be a dictator, an artist, or a jumping clown.

Even if you have lots of money, you will go without wealth!

Love your family, your friends, but first: take care of your health!

(Written in Florida, 2005)

OPEN THE DOOR

OPEN THE DOOR.

Open the door, when somebody needs your help,
Even if it is early morning, six o'clockn or twelve.

Open the door, when someone ask for your helping hand,
An old, a sick, a handicapped, who can't walk or bend.

Open the door in your heart, when a lonely person needs your love,
A person in person in your family, a friend, a neighbor, one, two or five.

Send a greeting, a simple note and you will recieve a lovely letter.
When you open your door, YOU are the one who will feel better.

For you, my heart always has has a wide open door!
Send me your love and I will give you back much more!

Montreal 2002.

Lake Simco

North of the city,

away from the crowd, you didn't hear a voice.

There stand a little house

middle of the garden. To buy it it was a good choice.

The cottage outside is charming,

inside is big. It is a lovely home.

Sitting on the porch

and look far away, listen to the gently wawes..

Simco Lake, they call it.

The view is great, the besy of many lakes.

This place to relax,

read good books, no newspaper, no war, no politic!

Windsurfing? Go ahead!

Or tennis, or baseball you want to play?

Go for a walk or even better

fire up the B.B.Q. It will be a quiet day.

I don't play golf...

but you can go if you feel.

Play some card game

and if you loose, it is not a big deal.

Even the dog Oliver is happy chassing a bird,

Or bark on the wild duck...I just saw the third...

One more thing:

I forget to tell you: go swimming

If you are hungry

and have some spare time, go fishing.

The sunset is beautiful,

it isyour clock to end the day.

Time to pack and close up

you are tired, but happy and gay.

You open the door on Rosemary road, No. 226

This home is also beautiful, almost nothing to fix!

Monday you will think of Friday,

during the week you what to do....

This little poem I wrote

I wrote to him, to her and for you.

Lake Simco Ontario 2003.