The Icelandic Canadian - 01.12.1961, Síða 44

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THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
Winter 1961
They followed it to Jerusalem,
Where they met Herod the King.
He told them to go and find the babe,
So that they too may his praises sing.
They took their gifts and went and
found
The Holy Child asleep.
They laid their gifts by the manger’s
side,
Then fell into prayer so deep.
To celebrate the birth of Christ,
Is what Christmas day is for.
To live our lives as Jesus taught.
This Christmas and evermore.
THE DEAD OF WAR
by Steve Dewar
—Steve Dewar is the son of Mr. and
Mrs. Dewar of Saskatoon. His mother
Thorunn, is a daughter of the late
Peter N. Johnson and Mrs. Johnson,
both deceased. They were pioneers in
They went to war
Were sent to war
Fate thrust them up
To Death’s dark door
Where all would die.
Not all were good
Not all were bad
They had the faults
All men have had
Yet all are dead.
Some died in fear
And some in peace
They gave mankind
A second lease
For life on earth.
the Kristnes District of Saskatchewan
and for a number of years Peter ran a
lumber yard in Mozart. At the time the
poem was composed Steve Dewar was
in Grade XII.
Men caused their death
Men saw them die
Already men
Forget their cry
Forget the war.
But life goes on
Or so they say
We’ve let sad scenes
Be hid away
And play at peace.
They fought and died
They saved the day
That men could fight
And kill today
Could they be wrong?
They were not wrong
Though they did fall
And each of us
Must give his all
To save the world.
The magazine is glad to publish the literary efforts of our young people and children.
Encouragement is needed if the Icelandic literary tradition is to be infused into the North Amer-
ican scene. —Editor