Canadian Views and Trailer Park News

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could see Canada from my Island,

Vancouver’s lights glowed after dark…

Now I view Canadian Club Bottles,

In the dumpster at the trailer park.

 

The guy in Space number 7

Wants to kick Space Eleven’s ass…

He drove too close to him walking his dog,

Honking his horn as he passed.

 

Most of us are now elderly,

Our Villas and castles too large to own…

Very few say where they came from

As if they ditched paying off a loan.

 

Today Prime Minister Justin Trudeau

Was on the Canadian BBC news…

The retired bartender in Space 1,

Died from decades of Canadian booze.

Re-Discovering the Abandoned Playground

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Retracing old roads in Newport,

I found the forgotten playground.

Still there was the circular cut plywood:

The manual merry-go-round.

 

Each of my Boxers loved the ride,

Eagerly awaiting to ride it again…

Now fifteen years later, I sat alone.

Pushing my foot for one last spin.

 

 

 

Because Sometimes I Can't Compete

 

 Melanie: We Don't Know Where We're Going

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJZUygr2HsA

Provided to YouTube by IIP-DDS We Don't Know Where We're Going · Melanie Simply Melanie ℗ Westside Released on: 2017-10-09 Artist: Melanie Auto-generated by YouTube.

 

 

Depoe Bay Winter 2021

 

 

 

The ocean last night was angry.

Sound like blanket bombing in a war…

King tides bashed against the sea walls,

Sucking the sands away from the shore.

 

 The buoys and bells were nonstop,

Warning boats with both motors or sails,

Get home now or stay at sea,

Incoming 75 miles per hour gales.

 

The waves are higher than the bluffs,

Breaking across Coast Highway 1.

I placed an X on my calendar,

Winter here’s officially begun.

 

I hunkered down in my 5^th Wheel,

Determined to ride out the storm.

Ten years ago I lived here,

Yet this was never the norm.