"edmonton" poems
An Ontario man and his two children have turned up safe after getting lost in the woods on their way to an Alberta wedding.
RCMP Const. Jason Curtis says David Hill, 33, along with daughter Sierra Hill, 10, and son Riley, 8, set off from Edmonton International Airport on Saturday morning.
They were destined for a family wedding in Hinton, a couple hours drive west of the city, that was scheduled for 11 a.m.
Family members got a call Saturday afternoon from one of the children in the car that they apparently got off the highway and were lost in a wooded area.
The phone then cut out and Curtis says the family spent the night in their rental car before finding someone Sunday morning who directed them back to the highway.
He says he doesn't know why the Hills left the highway.
And exactly where were they?
"I don't know if they're entirely sure of that,'' Curtis said.
RCMP said a ping from the cell phone placed them in the area of Obed, Alberta, which is between Edson and Hinton.
Police said they launched a full search for the family out of concern for the ages of the children and for the fact that some of the group suffered from medical conditions.
Curtis said that after getting directions out, the family notified their relatives and police.
"It couldn't be a better outcome. Everyone's safe and sound. And we're just very happy,'' Curtis said.
"The people are moving onto their family event, though they might have missed the wedding.''
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
The Soho lights
Were shining like an electric lobster
I was thinking what an Edmonton boy
Should do-
As punk rockers smoked marihuana
In small corners
Shadows danced a routine that was choreographed
In hell-
And glue, speed and alcohol blended into humidity
Eerybody knew God had no recognition
For this recondite humanity
I thought about something else............
Life became static blind
Drunken dreads were jostling in plastic conversation
****** out of their minds-
There became a powerful flow of left-wing
Political notion-
The stale scent of a previous saviour
Became more obvious and universal
Reggae pounded into the trashed idealism
Like an anti-septic commercial
And thoughts of EXODUS and the bible
We became victims of a faith reversal
But there will will be cold solace in this
For the gloved left fist.
I thought of distant times
Where reality wiped out role models
As their dreams vanished into hallocinogenic fungi.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
My grandfather was there
We were sat down at the kitchen table
He was telling my about my hands
Said that I had writers hands
Artists hands
Painters hands
Hands like Anne
My grandfather was drinking
He was always drinking
Anne was pacing around
Angry at him
Angry at him for being drunk
Again
Angry at him for being an alcoholic
My brother and grandfather in my room
We listen to music
My brother asks my grandfather why he's not with Anne anymore
I don't remember the reply
I remember him saying that he still loved Anne
The door bell rings
Its late
I'm supposed to be asleep
Grandfather at the door
Im watching from the stairs
He's talking to my father
Says he needs money quick
Asks for three hundred
My father gives it to him no questions
My grandfather leaves
It's Christmas
Grandfather shows up to everyone's surprise
He's there with no presents
I was just glad he was there
He told me he had a necklace for me
He just had to pick it up from a friend
I knew better though
He fell asleep on the couch
Im glad he was there
Its bobbys funeral
My grandfather is there
He's unhappy
He's tired
I don't remember much of him that day
Im at the swimming pool with my friends
Waiting for my dad to pick us up
My grandfather is there
I haven't seen him in a while
He's so skinny
I know he's still using
He doesnt recognize me
Family dinner
Dinner is served late
As always
Grandfather is there
He's showing my friend some dance steps he learned
Mentions his new lady friend
He seems happy
My family moves half way across the country
Leaving Edmonton behind
The next time I hear news about my grandfather its from my father
He saw my grandfather at my great grandmothers funeral
He's still using and it shows
He's skinny
He's lost teeth
He's sick
But I'll always remember the time in the kitchen
I'll always remember when he told me I had writers hands
Artists hands
Painters hands
Like Anne
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
I have always been the clay
Always.
When my parents moved me from my Italian home
To Hamilton, Canada
I was the clay
I learned English
Decorated a new bedroom
Made new friends
Dressed like I was born here
I became Canadian
Without a complaint
I was the clay
When my Canadian boyfriend
Fed me Canadian food
I ate it
When he wanted me to go to the bar
With him and his friends
I went
When he wanted to watch football
Which isn’t actually football
I watched too
When he started listening to country music
I learnt all the lyrics
I was the clay
When my parents had a baby
I changed diapers
Played ball with her in the yard
Was a good babysitter
Went to the playground
Played peek-a-boo
Read children books to her in English
I was the clay
When my boyfriend wanted to take a break
I said okay
When he wanted to get back together
A month later
I said okay
When he said we should move to Edmonton
I said okay
When he asked me to make Canadian food for him
I learnt for him
When he blamed me for everything
I nodded and said sorry
When I found him in bed with another girl
I became a bird
I was not the clay
I grew feathers
Colourful and long
Then I flew
And I don’t ever plan on landing
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
The French language to you, was little more than an inheritance
It was the promise between mother and daughter that a grandchild ought to know the language they used
In Bonnyville, they occupy the church, the Sobeys, the liquor store with that butchered accent
The hybrid between Quebecois French and rural Albertan English - ugly, and indecisive
You don’t live in Bonnyville, where the French roam free
The French in Edmonton feels lost, almost unknown
Poorly funded buildings house these Franco-albertans - children with the same inheritance as you
Immersion becomes a ***** word,
worthy of contempt and disgust
All the French kids know each other,
forced to grow up together while being deprived of options
They all go to the same university - the small francophone campus which stands unimpressive in the only neighbourhood in Edmonton where stop signs say ‘arrêt’
Oil Country, home for the right and prosperous, they don’t like you
You, you’re Francophone -
Stuck up, snobby, pretentious...
Besides, there are no such things as Franco-albertans.
What could you be other than an invented term by some lost souls?
You aren’t French enough -
Alberta is an English speaking province.
The time you went to France,
someone asked if you were French-Canadian
Before you could reply, your friends spun your story - something believable, commendable...
your parents, lived in Montreal, and moved to Alberta with their wholly French children
Your father grew up in Edmonton,
memorizing the parks and malls by name
while your mother lived on a dairy farm, living in french - the ugly acadienesque french.
But, to everyone around you, it’s much more believable that you are a stranger to this province.
Maybe you are.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
Turning Forty Two
Feeling Like You Can't Poo
Your Feeling Like You Want To Party
But At 10 p.m.
Your Feeling Kinda Blue
On The Avenue
Yegamiester's Are Sweet
Although It Make's Us Light On Our Feet
With Lime In My Corona
Feeling Mighty Fine
Long Island Ice Tea
Makes Me Feel Free
Denten & Mike With All Their Charm
Could Set Off Any Alarm
Parting With Aunt Kate
We're Beginning To See Our Fate
The Blues On White
Feels Just Right
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
On a warm sunny day
In beautiful and
Peaceful Alberta
Today and the sky is
So blue and sun
Is shining brightly to,
And the little birds are
Singing so passionately
In the warm sunlight
And the children are
Playing in warm hot sun
And it's so hot today and
It's a beautiful summer's day
And I've been drinking
My wine all day,
And to feel the warm breeze
Gently blowing all day
And I'm in sunny Alberta
Today and the cherry blossom trees smell so beautiful and gorgeous there
Gently blowing softly
In the morning wind
And I'm watching
The flowers are dancing in
The warm sunlight
There little faces
Are smiling so bright
In the warm sunlight and there
Swaying side to side and it's
Just a beautiful sight
And the hills are
So green and bright and
And the grass blowing softly
In the morning sunlight
And I'm sitting watching the stars
Shining in Edmonton tonight and
It's just so beautiful and peaceful
Tonight watching the stars twinkling all through the starry night and
The moon is shining so bright and
It's so beautiful and blue tonight
And the midnight breeze feels
So peaceful tonight and it's
Time to gently whisper to beautiful
Alberta good night.
David P Carroll.
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 5:48 AM UTC