Biography of Louie Vetter
Farmer on the Saskatchewan prairie.
Louie Vetter's Works:
Louie Vetter Poems
Fields are full of combines, threshing ripened grain Trucks are hauling bounty, to the bin and to the train. Barley, wheat, canola, and all the crops of worth Harvesting a miracle, bread and oil from dirt.
Let's End This War On Christmas
There's a war declared on Christmas War on nativity War on this festive season And all things Christmassy.
The Unborn's Plea
Oh, what have I done and what Is my Crime? Or did I just happen at not the right time? And how can you sign that Death warrant for me? Or am I the Child of a Pagan, that you sacrifice me?
The Perils Of Uncle Jack
Man, it sure was dusty, hot and dry that day. I just had to make that stop along the way. For a stiff shot of rye and a six of beer. So handy to have the bar that near.
What Is Christmas?
Christmas is that hamlet small, That offered haven to them all That Judean night, There came a light
Gazing at the stars tonight I feel a feeling start to grow An awesomeness, a hunger for something that I don't know I can feel it pulling at my very core and soul If I could only catch that essence I just know that I'd be whole
Stately, proud they stand Trees clothed in ornate mantles Yellow, orange, red
</>A boulder lays on everymans stair Be it big or small but it is there Its how we cope with that stoic stone That defines our life and makes our home.
Wolf Vs Wolf, Truth Vs Sin
As black as sin, shrewd hate in his eyes Evil and angry, full of false pride and lies Greed, guilt and arrogance all marked his cruel gait Resentment and ego was what this wolf ate.
Stately, proud they stand
Trees clothed in ornate mantles
Yellow, orange, red
Golden ripened fields
Waving in the autumn sun
Beckon harvest time
Harvest moon aglow