“Please, celebrate me home…”
Dateline: The Dining Room Table
We are the lone balloon
in the sky.
We live amidst a lot of stuff, that isn’t us.
In fact, we are a planet of stuff; you and me, we’re just hitching a ride.
I know the ocean is there, but does it know me. The sand I walk on seems to have a pretty short memory of me.
Does the wind, feel me.
Does the tree, know I read underneath her leaves.
Do the other planets see our dot in the sky.
Does Mother Earth know we call her,
“…play me one more song…”
Hey Waddington, the more you look at the larger picture,
the less you see.
I know you have lost lots of industry and jobs to China, but you know what, the St. Lawrence River isn’t going to move to China.
Factories come and go.
The river is here to stay.
Dance with who brung you. You came here because of the river; the river didn’t come here because of you.
We live on a blue planet; the water that kisses your shore isn’t your past, it’s your future.
Your shores touch something special, a gift from the planet. Protect it, celebrate it, shout it; if you won’t, I will.
The St. Lawrence River, Lake Ontario, the upper and lower Niagara River and Lake Erie…all the great lakes and their equally great rivers are the best kept secrets in North America.
Those waters are a sportsman/woman’s paradise, not to mention a shore walker’s, a bike rider’s, a sunset watcher’s, a dreamer’s, paradise.
Rustbelt, my buttocks.
Hey, Waddington, your industry is paradise. Promote it, embrace it and know that it will never leave you,
“…that I’ll always remember…”