Description Poetry by Evan R. Fraser

The Tragedy (written about the murder at Dryden Lake)

 

Come list to me, all ye that passeth by,
and hear my story, dark with fearful gloom,

Tragic, inhuman, and foul, law to defy,

John Dryden of Glengarry meets his doom.

 

Beside a little lake whose waters wear

A calm, serene and undisturbed face,

And many seeking rest, and free from care

Have found their quest thus granted at this place.

 

Nestling among the hills, removed from all

The noise, the strife, and wrench of other things,

Save for a passing loon, whose lonely call

Is heard as night come on mid earths slumberings.

 

Here lived the aged recluse, all alone,

And knew not that a foe had marked his life,

A humble tenement, which he called home,

Was free from everything which genders strife.

 

But in the silence of the night there came

A friend – a coward for to slay and rob –

Regarding not the ruthlessness and shame

Of the foul deed, nor the sin against his God.

 

Now see him creeping stealthily,

With raise hand to deal the fatal blow,

Sending a soul into eternity,

His recompense none but God can know.

 

Give ear to this, all ye that passeth by,

Beware of sins seductive, slimy path

That lures men onto death, then their last cry

Call upon God to stay his awful wrath.

 

Seek good alone, and good will come to thee

Through him who is the light, the truth, the way,

Then in thy deepest soul sweet peace shall be

Thy _ experience from day to day.

-Evan R. Fraser

 

 

 

 

The East River Valley

 

There’s a place in Pictou County,

That is much beloved by me,

And I would that everybody

Might privileged to see.

 

This delightful place so lovely,

That will rest the troubled mind,

This is _ East River Valley,

Where you may too pleasure mind.

 

Come then to East River Valley,

You’ll be charmed when you have seen

This entrancing work of nature,

Mantling earth with perfect green.

 

Sloping hillsides guard its borders,

_ beauty glows with pride,

Sturdy elm trees bid a welcome

Neath their branches spreading.

 

Perfumed roses bloom so gaily;

Making life a happy dream

Here found lovers love to wander

By the pleasant murmuring stream.

-Evan R. Fraser

 

 

 

 

_ _ Fields

 

Big guns are spewing out shot and shell,

On the battlefields of Spair,

And it seems as if the hordes of hell

Were loose, causing fear and shame.

 

Also in the Orient Islands afar,

In China’s vast domain,

There thousands fall by a ruthless war

That stamps such a blackened stain.

 

Does not the cry of the dying rise,

Re-echoing the whole world o’er,

Ascending up to the very skies

While the cannons belch and roar.

 

Poor innocent children foully slain,

And torn from their mothers embrace,

As a pitiless grief imposes a pain

That leaves such a saddened face.

 

Now, the God of war exults with glee,

In the slaughter of precious lives,

Resulting a grim reality

Of sorrowing anxious wives.

 

Oh God how long must the scourge go on,

The ruins and blights with shame,

Do thou arise and o’erthrow the wrong

To the honor of thy name.

 

Let peace descend like a mighty flood,

The sweeps o’er the billowy wave,

And check the draining of human blood,

Now stretch out thine arm and save.

-Evan R. Fraser

 

 

 

 

Life’s Way

 

I have travelled far to the crest of life’s hill

O’er a long well beaten track,

But I must not stay for I can’t be still,

Nor can I ever go back.

 

And I scan the way over which I came,

Which was sometimes rough and steep.

And I had to cross some streams with pain,

That were muddy, dark and deep.

 

 But true, there were time when the way was bright,

With beautiful flowers in bloom,

And the sun through the rifted clouds gave light,

Dispelling all fear and gloom.

 

 And now as I tread on the other side

Looking down the great decline,

I know God will still be my guard and guide,

For his hand is laid on mine.

 

For not can I do without his aid

I will cast on him every care,

I will cling to him and not be afraid

For my trails all he’ll share.

 

I pray when the precious prize is won,

And life struggles all are o’ver

I might hear the master say “Well Done,

Come across to the heavenly shore.”

-Evan R. Fraser

 

 

 

 

When Royalty Comes

 

Royalty is coming, wont that be grand,

Coming from over the sea,

From England’s beautiful pleasant land,

Will that not eventful be?

 

Roylalty is coming our way, our our way,

Royalty is coming our way,

So let us be glad and not look sad

When royalty comes our way.

 

Let everyone then pout on their best,

And everybody look gay,

For sure it will be a time of test,

When Royalty comes our way.

 

Now children dear, you must all be good,

And don’t you forget that day,

Be pleasant and show a happy mood

When Royalty comes our way.

-Evan R. Fraser

 

 

 

 

A Blessing

 

Tis true the ground was parched and dry,

And some would say the crop will die,

And will be lost, our labor gone

There surely must be something wrong.

 

But some were busy making hay,

Now just imagine hear them say,

Why it would be a mighty shame,

While we are haying, to have rain.

 

And so between the good and bad

Fore some were sad and some were glad,

They scarcely knew not what to do,

Because so many seemed so blue.

 

One morn the south wind blew so strong,

Soon clouds were strewn the sky along,

Then lightning flashed and thunder rolled,

Twas plainly seen what they foretold.

 

Large drops of rain fell here and there,

Then more that all might have a share,

Their torrents fell the earth was blest,

And grateful souls then thanks confessed.

 

Upon the evil and the good,

God sends the rain to give us food,

Although we often do complain,

He’ll not withhold the sun and rain.

 

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Must we despair and tremble on the brink,

Nor none such breathings disapprove.

 

The answer comes as once before it came,

To one that boasted with great pride,

He and his armies met reverse with shame,

Because right was not on their side.

 

We must be calm ‘gainst boasters such as these,

Who speak with brazen frightfulness,

No man, nor men can do just as _ please,

For God doth rule in righteousness.

 

Let us be steadfast trusting in his plan,

And pray that love may more increase,

That he would check the foolishness of man,

And usher in the blessed reign of peace.

 

-Evan R. Fraser