Biography of Adeline Foster
Born in Calandar, Ontario, in the far north of Canada, Adeline Foster was deeply influenced by the poetry of Robert Service who wrote many of his ballads for the Yukon. She spent her early childhood years in New Brunswick with her grandmother. She adopted her grandmother's name as the pen-name for her poetry volumes. She reminisces fondly about the snowdrifts and Northern Lights, after returning to the North-country. Educated near Toronto, in Oshawa, Ontario, she went back to the north as a grammar teacher. Twice widowed, she moved south to Ottawa and then to Hagersville, in southern Ontario, and is now residing in Hagerstown, Maryland, USA. After graduating in 1997 with a degree in Computer Information Services, she is currently teaching poetry.
Adeline Foster's Works:
Love's Diamond, her first volume of poetry was published in 1982 followed in 1985 by Storm Song. She has also published teaching aids and nonfiction books one of which is I Like To Tell Time (1980) , and a diet booklet: The Souper Success Story, (an explanation and annotation of the Cabbage Soup Diet) also a play entitled Golden Apples of the Sun. Her most recent book The Times Tables Tutor is a teaching aid that employs a series of mazes to enhance the students memory of the times tables.
Adeline Foster Poems
~if There Be No God
~ If There Be No God If there be no God, Then all the stars, that in their place
Bloom Of Youth
The Bloom Of Youth Your day will come little girl, little girl, Be patient today and tomorrow.
Who Am I
~ Who Am I All of the words I want to say
~ Brush Strokes
~ Brush Strokes A poet needs a model, As sure as artist's brush.
^ We The Unencumbered
^ We The Unencumbered Tattered misfits, we are called, We ask not hate nor love;
~ O Dearest Love *
~ O Dearest Love O Dearest Love Wherever you are walking
~ Home Is In all the lands I’ve traveled, The places I have been,
~ A Writer's Dilemma
~ A Writer's Dilemma I lay me down and long to sleep, Then words come tumbling instead of sheep.
.my Heart Is Native
.My Heart Is Native An Indian maid with long plaited hair Indian tunes crooning through the air
Memory Is A Cheating Thing
Memory is a cheating thing- It only strives to please, And over bitter clouds creates A shimmer to deceive.
~ Cicatrix The heart is like a honeycomb, Each section having many rooms:
. Frost Flowers
.Frost Flowers Bits and pieces, drops of life Falling petals, crystal moments
When Love Dies
~ When Love Dies Love died and yet
Everybody Has Had Somebody
Everybody Has Had Somebody
~ To See
I saw a man unreasoning
Yet sure that he was right,
Unable to admit that some
Possess a different sight.
I threw a thought out to the world;