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Nanaimo...
by J. P. DaviesSoutside ditches
and broken streets
boarded up windows
pawn shops
home
Northside mansions
Shopping centers
stuck-up lawyers' kids
commerce and box stores
strange
Buses run north
every 15 min.
South every hour.
South to North
Migration Patterns
Downtown dies
as Wal-Mart
Takes over
small buisness
crushed by corporate
dollars
Here in the south-end
it still feels like home
feels like a community
People appreciate simpler things
here's where I live
damn proud
making fun of all of it
10/21/2003 Posted on 10/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/22/03 at 12:23 AM HELLYES!! Southend pride. It's not as horror infested as the city thinks it is, and your right, it feels like home.... and the piece is written quite well. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/22/03 at 06:15 PM Yes, Chris is going for the first time to your island. I'm afraid I won't be able to make Nanaimo, but you've given me a provocative poetic snapshot of it; actually the contrast of areas reminds me of Ottawa and other places I've visited. Kudos! |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 10/23/03 at 02:55 PM LOL! Jordan, you've caught our "Harewood Habbitat" perfectly. You forgot to mention all of our drug dependancies, fights we get into, and the wild promiscuity! |
| Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 12/06/03 at 05:56 AM This describes a Nanaimo that I did not know twenty-six years ago--it tugs at my heart. Nice work. |
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