Bradley Kalf
Blazing Community Spirit - A recently divorced mother and her ten year old son move from Sherwood Park to the small village of Holden, Alberta.
Friendships and romance develop while they enjoy the village lifestyle.
My first book, Blazing Community Spirit is available on amazon for $15.
The Brothers of McCauley, Edmonton - David is opening a cannabis cafe on 98th Street. His younger brother is a pastor who works at a drop-in centre on 96th Street. Their friend Ryan is the pripritor of a vintage furniture shop in Little Italy on 95th Street. David and Peter's cousin Kees is visiting from Holland during a pivotal summer in their lives.
My second book, The Brothers of McCauley, Edmonton is available on amazon for
"Bought this fifty-three International Harvester to haul coal
Blue, rusted, and dented, it is a beast most powerful
Hauling fuel for my greenhouse, down Bruce Road
Smooching and snuggling while filling up the load"
- Bruce Road poem
A Cabin in St. Paul County
When the work’s all done, I'm gonna take you away
To a special kind of place I know, down the highway
The mallard is so big it could pick you up in its bill
On through Shandro, and past the church on the hill
I'm gonna take you to my parents’ cabin at the lake
We have worked so hard, and it is time for a break
I'm gonna take you out to Saint Paul County
Where the poplars tremble and the fish always bite
Roast marshmallows on the fire and tell you a story
Laying on the beach watching the stars shine so bright
Taking out the rowboat, there are islands to explore
I am the captain and I navigate toward the shore
Muskrats swimming and geese sitting in their nests
Pulling the boat up the beach and taking off our vests
Venturing inland, discover secret raspberry patches
Behind the willows near the towering pine and birches
I'm gonna take you out to Saint Paul County
Where the poplars tremble and the fish always bite
Roast marshmallows on the fire and tell you a story
Laying on the beach watching the stars shine so bright
Waking up in the loft to the sound of songbirds
Is a special kind of thing too delicate for words
Remember my dad building a trail through the aspen grove
From the old red barn on the hill to the other cove
Remember picking my mom a bouquet of flowers from the ditch
Sweet clover, foxtail barley, purple, blue, and yellow vetch
I'm gonna take you out to Saint Paul County
Where the poplars tremble and the fish always bite
Roast marshmallows on the fire and tell you a story
Laying on the beach watching the stars shine so bright