Words While We Wait - Day 9

Words While We Wait from Pontypool, Ontario

THE PATH BECAME A ROAD

Poet: Sandy Thomas
Artist: Bill van Koot

I walk a path I have not been
I stay alone while others scorn.
Demands are made; demands are met.
But hopes are high, vaccine is nigh.
We said goodbye. We say goodbye
As some stand firm I see, but yet
Can they not see the souls unborn.
Oh weary road of sights unseen.

THE PATH BECOME A ROAD
About the poet, Sandy Thomas

Sandy Thomas was born in Lindsay, Ontario and now lives with her husband in the Pontypool area. Sandy’s love for all creation is evidenced in a thirst for knowledge about the universe, a passion for the marginalized and a drive not to waste a moment of the time granted her.

THE PATH BECOMES A ROAD
About the artist, Bill van Koot

Thirty years ago Bill van Koot began woodcarving as stress relief from the ‘corporate world.’ Mired in corporate life, Bill did not realize the extent of his artistic abilities.

Passionate about continuing to create artwork, Bill has expanded his creative interests with his artistic abilities now including other art forms.