I was coming home one day on the Vancouver Metro when I suddenly became melancholy. It occurred to me that the childhood city I grew up in was disappearing. The creeks I jumped in, the trees I had climbed, had become either parking lots, new subdivisions or 30 story towers.
Missing
Blue reflecting blue
A scented cedar bow
The sound of a cackling raven
The great blue heron
Catching frogs on the banks
Catfish and crayfish
Towering grass
City in transition again
Cranes scratching the sky
Jackhammers on pavement
Towering glass
Missing stillness
Underground tunnels
Gobbling monster machines
Eating cedar, grass and creeks
Masses and movement
My childhood city
Missing
Carl Meadows,
August 22, 2009
Leader~Poet~Humanist 
Your poem is full of humanity. I could write two or three pages about it’s syntax, structure, the way you use verbs, emotions stirred (of course) – but I could just say it like that: full of humanity.
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