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Here is my home town. I'm lucky to live here, To have grown here With all our familiar streets and sights; The houses where we lived together, The homes of my childhood friends; Our schools, churches and local attractions Are mostly here. The comings and goings of the locals Are documented in The Observer. Familiar and strange. Today I see a city of cards and cardboard cut-outs. Sarnia is a museum display of life In the 21st century I study from this side Of the display case. In time, the partition separating us will dissolve Into a pile of shifting sand about our feet.
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Shifting Sands
A great greening is on Along the St. Clair River. Across it, like hands in tight grip, The Bluewater Bridge transcepts A submersed dotted line. The Stars and Stripes look sharp Fluttering and greeting us. Beside it, The red Maple Leaf in full regalia Snaps and spins beneath our Spring sun, Now casting evening shadows easterward.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
The Greening