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The Mile "0" City

I am situated surely
In the soul of the Peace Country,
Land of faith and opportunity
Where the engineers began.

And the army battled weather,
Autumn, winter, spring and summer,
Through blizzard, rut and thunder
With devotion and a plan.

Eight months later, worn and weary,
It was finished in a hurry.
Those who worked through fault and flurry
Gave birth to my new name.

I am the memoir of the region,
A start to trust and trading season.
It’s the concept of achievement
That has brought me to my fame.

And the travelers, they come here
At the warmest, when the air’s clear
To admire each pioneer,
And the past they call their own.

With succession in the farming,
Wild roses, blackbirds sounding,
There is no sight quite as charming
As where the native weeds have grown.

Deep ditches lined with Golden Rod.
Exquisite fossils hid in rock.
Great canola fields so bright and broad,
They blind you with their splendor.

And in the end its simply me,
A humble town of amenity.
Oh, how can a place of such beauty
Still be so tough yet tender?

Author notes

I wrote this for an English project about my town Dawson Creek.

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  • Symphony
    January 7

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    Ooh, I enjoyed this so I did, it really brought to mind a song I know called "I Am the Modern Something of a Something SOmething Something" - ok, so I don't know the song very well, ha, but it's like a major talking about his achievements and what not, and the rhythm used there is very like the one echoed through your words here!

    Some gorgeous descriptions - particularly that second last verse where you spoke of golden rod, and fossils, making the town sound very unique and magical place to be.

    The only Dawson Creek I've heard of is the program I guess you get that alot, but you really brought your own town to life here - well done, and thanks for entering!


  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    January 2

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    Nicely done! Expressive and very true. I think that you have mantained a steady pace with your poetics.


  • Rajia
    December 10, 2008

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    This is good poem, but it's structure really screws up it's flow. A well done rap uses it's rhymes to incorporate meaning, through fluid flowing thought. Either softly whispered like drops of water down a window pane, or as loud and hard hitting like bullets slamming into concrete. But all in all it's a solid flow, there is no structure. Thank you for entry, but it isn't quite what I'm looking for.


  • TexasTUK
    December 6, 2008
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    You're a very talented story-teller.

    Nice work =]
    xx
    Taylor


  • Forgotten Anomaly
    November 10, 2008
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    Fantastic. As I read this I thought about my own town and almost started laughing at the comparison. You paint a historic picture of power and perserverence yet all Babbitt has to claim is racist old minors, bars, and poverty. Thank you for entering my contest I found this to be a very well writen poem.


  • apoeticinjustice gold member
    November 4, 2008

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    a very enjoyable read about a very enjoyable town...spent much time in Dawson Creek, Fort St. John and Hudson's Hope. Well done.
    Rory


  • RatherImaginative silver member
    November 4, 2008
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    You've done exceptionally well giving the town its own voice, and your imagery is excellent. It almost seems written in the form of a riddle, though the answer would only be obvious to someone not a stranger to it. This is a very good piece. Thanks so much for entering my contest!


  • BabyBun silver member
    November 3, 2008
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    This feels like a personal tribute - just lovely. Best of luck.

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