Douglas Ronald Snedden was born and raised in Lanark County Ontario, Canada in 1954, the second of three boys of Theresa Mary Killeen and Ronald David Snedden. Hard physical work from the age of twelve shaped the ideas that cultivated a young boy to look beyond the county and begin a new life of education and experience in the nation's capital city of Ottawa and overseas (Chronology; farm hand, stone laborer, construction worker, factory worker, open pit miner, school teacher, fitness instructor, correctional officer, government consultant, electro mechanical executive, account manager, account executive, systems manager, advanced systems educator, technology writer, software general manager, advanced systems director, consulting services director, software company president).

After being married for twenty four years and being blessed with two beautiful children, Sara and Mark, the boy from Lanark County has come full circle, visiting fifty-five countries and flying over a million air miles. Now residing on a Mississippi lake front residence in Lanark County, Douglas commutes to the capital on his own terms as Managing Director of a large IT company. Most of his relaxation time is spend writing poetry at the lake. With over one hundred and fifty poetry publications with the most recent being Boundless Places in Star Rising Magazine November Millennium Edition published by Allisone Press, Douglas has now moved more towards electronic publication. Over eighty electronic publishers, non profit sites and charities have posted many poems by the Lanark County poet not to mention the twenty one sample internet sites Douglas currently maintains and updates frequently for thousands of site visitors weekly. The fruits of light of his works focus on simplicity, reflecting insight into inner life with a pure focus on humanity. Each poem is intended to be delicately unobtrusive, suggesting a dialogue characterized by a degree of psychological insight. The intent of his poems is observation and deep insight into the hearts of those who read them.




Rwanda
(death children)

a black monster flew over my land last night
from its belly fell a dark silent angel of might
I was the only survivor to see the angel from the sky
yesterday I survived a massacre and I do not know why
sitting with my dead mother not knowing if I were dead
hearing distant victory cries of the murderers of dread
I cradled my mother in my arms tilting her head to see
that's when the angel glided into the tallest tree
it must be the supernatural or evil that watches me
I wandered aimlessly towards the edge of the trees
I had to face this evil to save the souls of my land
I touched the forest where I first noticed evils hand
evil must be gone for I no longer sense it in the air
time passed as my mind drifted to a sanctuary of care
gurgling sounds kept drifting in and out of my good ear
I had to wake for this may be my death or evil I fear
I opened my eyes to devour images that could not be real
trees were marked with dead rebels who came to steal
rebel victory cries would never be heard again
their evil ways matched by my dark angel friend
hundreds of rebels crucified in the forest to see
only a supernatural could deliver such vengeance for me
others survived rebel massacres but only a few spared
a child from each village lived someone must have cared
forty villages spawned thirty nine survivors and me
as the child leader I rebuilt my village for all to see
evenings near the fire we now chant thanks for our way
our chants are directed towards the dark angel to stay
nights passed as we sang our chants by the fire light
the moon kept filling until one full moon lit night
we could see a dark figure perched on top of a tall tree
a strange halo surrounded the black figure for us to see
the angels wings extended as might a large forest owl
as we chanted that evening we heard the angel howl
I had to risk talking with the dark angel of fright
I started walking the forest in search of him that night
I entered the forest bellowing out cries for attention
do you hear me dark angel my saviour of redemption
"never travel the forest until I have gone above
I am here by chance not by choice or love"
are you an angel who can take mortal form
"I am a killer of killers in the eye of your storm
I have come to eat the flesh of those of ill will
my desire is to survive and my purpose is to kill
return to your village and give me a meaningful end
one day soon my master will come for me young friend
that day I will leave the forest to travel higher ground
I will die that day and my body will never be found"
my dark angel you cannot die in our world of shame
you are my angel and you kept us safe since you came
"return to your village until I have gone far from hear
one day you will see meaning in your suffering & fear"
I returned to my village as the dark angel decreed
I continued on with the other children who were freed
until a thunder struck loud as we started to stare
our sky filled with black monsters throughout the air
the forest thundered and flashed two nights and a day
the sky filled with strange demon like hawks of prey
the forest changed and the animals returned to stay
the air was fresh and the scent of blood had gone away
orphan's now chant a prayer of the massacre and pillage
the prayer chant the same as in our orphan village
"we know you dark angel from the sky
our souls damaged as you heard us cry
all deaths past have given life for tomorrow
delivered from war we shall conquer our sorrow"


Copyright 1999 by Douglas Ronald Snedden