The day in verse

Ed
Ed Smith
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The outlook isn’t brilliant for the world at large today.

There are mudslides, floods and hurricanes, that wash whole towns away.

Tsunamis 30 feet and higher sweep up on foreign shores,

But the sun shines bright on Newfoundland, and Big Land Labrador.

The Chinese have the flu again, a volatile mix.

But guess who got the darn stuff first — you’re right, the Chinese chicks!

So when you go to Shanghai next, it doesn’t matter when,

Make sure you’re mixing mainly with the healthy Chinese men.

(Of course I know the difference, ma’am, it’s birds what got the flu.

It’s just a play on words, you see; how stun, my girl, are you?)

But men and women get it, too (that’s not a real good plan),

But still the sun shines bright on Labrador and Newfoundland.

The Texas boys for all their work and unremitting toil

Are used to hitting real rich stuff like Bush’s thick, black oil.

They execute all kinds of folks with much unseemly haste,

But now they see this little town blown up and laid to waste.

Ammonia and fertilizer, such a potent brew!

Took 15 lives and people’s homes — it didn’t matter who.

Disaster doesn’t seem to notice if you’re rich or poor.

But still the sun shines bright on Newfoundland and Labrador.

And now the Boston Marathon with all its hopes in spring,

Comes running through the city streets like puppets on a string.

The very old, the very young — each adult, girl and boy

With promise of a finish line, the promise of much joy.

“Competing is the ultimate, the winning not the game,

We run each mile as if the last we’ll ever run again;”

To say, “I did it!” That’s the thing. “I ran the marathon.”

No thought of death, disfigurement, of terror or of bomb.

But still in tragedy the tale is told in every bloodstained stone,

That some who race life’s finish line now walk to it alone.

The outlook isn’t good at all for much of Earth today.

Where nature’s hard, rough hand must seem to want to make us pay

For sins against its gentler self, or tries to make us see

Its finish line is coming fast and may not gentle be

That mankind’s marginalized will also want their pound of flesh

In ways that won’t leave all of us escaping through their mesh.

But those of us who live in climes far from the troubled sea

In no way should be crying out, “Thank God that isn’t me!”

Instead we should be reaching out ’cross creeds and to our foe

To those whose ways are not our ways, to those we do not know.

So that they may discover having clasped our reaching hand,

“Thank God the sun shines still on Labrador and Newfoundland.”

Ed Smith is an author who lives in Springdale.

His email address is edsmith@nf.sympatico.ca.

Organizations: Boston Marathon

Geographic location: Newfoundland, Shanghai, Springdale.His

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  • crista
    April 28, 2013 - 06:10

    Now it is BLACK GOLD and electricity???? can you remember then the fishery????now it is the paper again and look at what is being done and every thing else that is going on and done what have you got now bill c-29 and that is not fun???? then you look for justice in search for law and what is done ha ha you look for rights and you are told what, we get back to you another day or call and leave it on the spot????then they run for politics and then there is nothing to be expected???? and wait four more years until it is time to get elected????vice versea then out with the old and in with the new then you are going around living in a zoo????and it is still old and new so what is it you do????

  • Just Sayin
    April 27, 2013 - 17:15

    Yet, while the sun shines bright on land, beneath the ocean deep, the icy waters from the north, lays waste the cods domain. Like Bush, we prise the oil that's black below the cods domain. For Mother Nature the finish line is coming fast, for those that would not see.