my neighbour has given me hydrangeas
the best I've ever seen
we met on a walk
in her yard we did talk
now her hydrangeas on my table look keen

they sit on a table in my kitchen
they peep their big heads in the mirror
sun shine and moon beams adore
they droop they wait they never look mean

Caithleen Carter Steeves

Ill meet you by the witness tree
We have mountains to climb
Here we go moving across the waters
Turning turning my whole world around


this poem commemorates my early studies with the Sisters of the Shields

by the immigrant bars

Market Prose

seated beside the bars where the immigrants passed
Swedish apple strudel, light talk and banter with the man in the wheel chair
the high pitched scream of a confused child's voice pierces the air
 bringing my senses back to the sea, the heat, the bars

The sea is hot here by the bars of immigrants
while growing from my bags are sweet basil,coriander and sage
they are tall, voluptuous, filled with vitality,beautiful, and sell for the highest price

A woman stands waves her black arms high into the air
a small boy and girl  run with delight into them
A white yacht silently floats past on midnight blue waters
as cold and silvery black as a January night sky

Retirees lean off the upper rail in T-shirt as the cool breeze refreshes their old skins  
cups of coffee line the counters inside the deli by the seas on the deck of immigrants bars

Sunshine, children,parents,lovers,travellers have all come to enjoy the summer
on bikes boats and in

sea hats, by the bars of the immigrants on Pier 21

Living on Armdale Bay

thrown into summers heated pace
sweltering heat falling into my face
I see the waters cool under countless boats
where bodies sway with the tide


Summer music strikes the air
heat is pounding under my feet
plant boxes, and garden hoses
make way for the glorious blossoms
vines climb in coolness of the trees
they climb by the waters edge

they leave the hot pavement
the traffic haults

dampy days

when will spring ever come
not a Robin, no not one
twigs a sore sights for the eye
immigrant green internment lie
sun, root, fire, and sky


Caithleen Carter Steeves

winter day walk

Only one tree is blowing
The rest are standing still
Only one crow is cawing
the rest are eating on the hill

Only one cloud is passing
In one blue sky above
Only one sun is shinning
On tree,crow and love.     caithleen C.

Friday night date

I'd like to go dancing
Friday night
maybe a show,
will you go?

I'd like to go dancing
It's been a long week
We'll step out on the town
spend some time laughing

I'd like to go dancing
see the moon going down,
feel the stars in our eyes
On Friday night we'll go, we'll go


Caithleen Steeves