By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2016 All Rights Reserved. Francis Lewis Yohnke, Toronto, circa 1949. Sweet Lord, the only supervisor, what have you watched us mine thus far? Miners are typically stereotyped as workers carrying shovels. I suppose that is because we see them as people who dig. We as the human race can learn a lot from miners and their work ethic, conviction, and how they dig to extract the best from the depths. We too can extract the best from our depths. My father,

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2017 All Rights Reserved. l must admit that the first time I saw her, I felt sorry for her. It was the summer...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2017 All Rights Reserved. On the night of Tuesday, March 15, 2016, she was there listening to her brother Case...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2017 All Rights Reserved. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder where you are! Up above the world so...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2017 All Rights Reserved. I dream of love, I dream of a place of love, I dream of a place that we all love, I...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2017 All Rights Reserved. Do you know what each individual letter stands for in these two words: TEACH PEACE? ...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2017 All Rights Reserved. Shame on our Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau, and his government. Apparently...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2014 All Rights Reserved. An introduction to the poem 'To Los Angeles.' "I wrote 'To Los Angeles' in November...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2018 All Rights Reserved. Just imagine if Wilbur and Orville Wright had listened to everyone at the time...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2018 All Rights Reserved. Pristine shores transitioning to dappled forests, With the imposing sight of Table...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2018 All Rights Reserved. Broken fragments of what we were. One climbs out from their bed of black, Found in...

By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2018 All Rights Reserved. Orville Olm with his 1948 James Comet He has an undying determination to discover something new each and every day, and the wide-eyed curiosity of an ever-seeking child, yearning to learn any and all things. I first met Orville Olm two years ago at our gym, the Iron Works Gym , in Saskatoon. He then was a young at heart 74-year-old. "What you training for," he said. "Life!" I replied. "Good answer," he beamed. "And you?," I