Month: December 2014

Poem: Missing

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