Oh, little, little Vancouver
How your fields make me smile
But, turn around
And fuck...
there's a Hilton
Next to the Pizza parlor
Next to the diner
Who serves really crappy
French fries
I remember running through
a million trees
The branches making room for
My silly swing
Until they decided to bulldoze
the area to make room
for...you guessed it!
Walmart. Yay.
Vancouver,
How beautiful you use to be..
Until the rapist moved in next door
And we started locking our car
Up at night
Ya should have considered
Staying the way you were
I liked it when I could smell the pine trees
and hints of snow from the not so far off
Mountain on the breeze
Replaced by the stench
Of consumerism and tar.
I still love you, Vancouver
Even if you're growing up way too fast.
Author notes
This is a really nifty contest. Anyway, the town I grew up in is Vancouver, Washington (not Canada). Hope you enjoy.
A contest entry
- Represent Your Town by 2lullabyhaven.
675 points, ended May 20, 2008, 29 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is what's happening in lots of towns, wow, thanks for your entry
lol
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wow...this one took me by surprise! I expected one thing and got a bag full of goodies! I love how you begin the poem, and then, WHAM!, you get us with a complete turn around. I love poetry like this. Love, Lane
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