Included below are some of Will's favourite poetic compositions for 2007. He has thousands of poems and has been writing and performing for over 35 years.

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trouble
c. 2007 by Will Webster
there’s trouble in this place
disease that can’t be cured
the weather’s gone mad
and our leaders insane
to believe there can be  a happy end to war

there’s planetary destruction
nuclear proliferation
but the saddest fact of all
is that you and me
don’t talk anymore

you loved me once
and i loved you
is there anyway
we can love again

so many people talking
‘bout the mess we’re in
so many people doing so little
so many doing nothing at all

we’re still driving around in pick-up trucks
when we’re not busy with the television
we no longer march in the hundreds of thousands
most of the time we stand alone

while those who do speak up
have a spooky way of dying young
but the saddest fact of all
is you and me
don’t talk anymore

i’ve been looking for you in these pages
typing your name on search engines
checking the cafes
where you used to hang
watching for people who knew us
one day we were side by side
the next we never existed

sometimes i sense you in the room
or when i’m walking by the river
but the saddest fact of all
is you and me
don’t talk anymore

leave me at the door
c. 2007 by Will Webster
its cold here on the stoop
but i cannot bear to go back inside
and face myself
once again i leave myself at the door
to “think about it”

i’m waiting on Al
he’s a late sleeper
a guy who doesn’t like to be rushed
if i call to hurry him
he may not come at all

meanwhile the rain is falling
the day has a somber tone
its autumn 
i’m homeless 
no wonder

back in the ‘60s i was gonna be someone
a hit song writer
a freedom crusader
fifty years later i’m still that boy
outon the stoop
told to “think about it”

i’m not happy like i used to be
not that i used to be happy at all
i’m happy enough
what’s happy enough
i’m just that boy on the stoop
told to “think about it”

i make rash decisions
act on them
i move like the wind
in unexpected directions
oftimes with unusual speed

i can pack up my world
be gone in an hour
i can be comfortable most anywhere
but i’ve never been all that comfortable
out here on the stoop
told to “think about it”

i’m out here on the stoop
don’t think i’ll ever go back inside
to face myself
i’ll leave me here on the stoop
to think about it

i am like these trees
c. 2007 by Will Webster
watching the river
i am like these trees
my thoughts scattered with the leaves
at least it is quiet now

the wind has calmed
and the rain climbs back up the mountain
where fresh snow waits

i’m tired of living but i don’t want to die
i’m tired of roaming but i don’t know what else to do
and everytime i find a place i’d like to stay
something comes along to uproot me

and i am like this season
with its colour and its temperment
at least its quiet now

a title from a book
i saw once upon a time a long way back
read: don’t push the river
i never understood it then
i thought it meant
just lay down and let the river take you

i’m the kind who likes to swim against the tide
but the title from that book
kept going ‘round in my mind
don’t push the river
don’t push the river

and i am like this river
i go where i go
and if something rises to stop me
i find another way around
at least its quiet now
all those words have been said

at least its quiet now
i am like these trees

placenta blues
c. 2007 by Will Webster
this life is a birth canal
your skin is your placenta

are you full term or breach
premature or overdue

this life is a birth canal
your skin is your placenta
earth has always welcomed me
c. 2007 by Will Webster
for all my life i’ve preferred to sleep outdoors
on the ground rather than in any bed i’ve found
and i’ve found a few
some were cold
some were hard
some were warm and soft
some were clean and some were not
but earth has always welcomed me

my crib is this wide autumnal valley
where i have finally come to rest

the darkness grows while winter whispers
not so secretively it will soon be on its way
but truth be known its here already
sniffing at my bones
and still i nestle up close to her
because earth has always welcomed me

i spent listless nights in hotel rooms
months in small apartments
rented little rooms in busy houses
even took up residence in dormitories
but i’ve never slept the way i sleep
where earth has always welcomed me




the power to change
c. 2007 by Will Webster

somber shades of grey prevail over the sky
we doth protest but the power is not listening
the rains must come
so must the freezing snow and cold
we have what it takes to change ourselves
together we can change the world
we already have

greenhouse gasses
chemical rivers
noise pollution
constant bombardment
cell phone signals and microwaves
we already have

protest this greying of our senses
blockade the will set on destruction
take back the greed
forge it into benevolance
turn your back on apathy do something
do anything at all
you have the power to change yourself
change yourself
together we will change the world

global famine
AIDS epidemic
wars in far off places
homelessness
violence
anger hate and ignorance
we can change the world
we already have

a new days dawn
a new idea
a different philosophy
all for one
one for all
let human kindness become currency
you have what it takes to change yourself

change yourself
together we will change the world
we already have

what shall we devour next
c. 2007 by Will Webster

perhaps our relationship
i hear they can be tasty
if not a little bittersweet
unless you pick them apart prematurely
or neglect them ‘til they rot

are we compost now
or do we have some days
to ripen on the vine





too long in the wind
c. 2007 by Will Webster

when i left home i was just a kid
with a twenty dollar bill and a sleeping bag
a heart full of hope and a head full of dreams
i didn’t know then but i sure know now

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again

all my life i’ve wandered
up one road down the next
i’ve done a thousand jobs
in a thousand different towns
i met a lot of strangers
some became my friends
and as my friends became my brothers
my brothers became estranged

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again

i’ve seen the world change
from horses hooves on cobblestone
to jet planes and metropolis’
sattelites and space shuttles

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again

my childhood reads like a story book
from some strange far off land
my memories like some old movie
keep rolling through my mind
but i can’t feel or touch them
i’ve forgotten all the names

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again

now my journey’s end in sight
it’s not at all what i had planned
you know i never really had a plan
i just went where it felt right

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again


its not that i’m unhappy
i take it all in stride
one more mile along the road
another crossroad in my life
if i ever had a destination
guess i lost it in my flight

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again

some folks stay where they are
they never change a thing
my whole life is changes
no sense changing anything
its who i am and what i have become
the road is all i know

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again


i can’t say its right or wrong
i can’t say its good or bad
some folks stay right where they are
other can’t stop from moving on

too long in the wind
too long in the wind
too long in the wind
to ever go home again


everyday it snows
c. 2007 by Will Webster

every day it snows
and I am called out
with my shovel and  my broom
to clear the path
that leads to the road
the road i cannot travel
until spring

i am alone here in this winter world
waking up each day
checking the thermometer
gauging the pace of the wind
watching the trees
listening to the muffled sounds
of snow plows

i am grateful for the warmth
the roof and walls
the woolen socks and long johns
the mits and hat
and black down coat
the big boots
and layers of other clothes
i’m grateful i’m in a house
not sleeping on the ground

every day it snows
and i’m called out
to carve my own way
through winter’s stagnant months
to make a place for myself
between the drifts and pile ups
to etch a little path
a route of escape
that fills back in moments later

i warm by a window
with a hot cup of java
surrounded by books
and modern technology
i have my computer
and a stereo
a tv and a radio
i have a box of old cassettes
and a fridge full of food
i eat grainy porridge
and cook up tomato sauce

every day it snows
and i grow more isolated
more separated from the warm days of summer
when my neighbours are in the streets
and strangers pass
or seek directions
which way to the beach my man
where’s the action in this town
you know where the action is
the action’s all around




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