I suppose I might’ve waited until July 1 (Canada Day) to publish this post, but winter cold seems more fitting than summer heat for conjuring up Canadian karma. Even in January, having traveled its provinces by car from Nova Scotia to British Columbia in my younger days, I can draw on many warm memories of America’s northern neighbor — not to mention one or two bordering on boorish (experiences at entry points). But that’s ancient history. So, rather than bore you with vacation stories, I’ve decided to bore you with a few neighbor-ly poems:
JOGGING ON THE BEACH AT JOGGINS
On the fossil beach at Joggins,*
One finds fossil bods and noggins
Washed up from the Bay of Fundy**
On tides higher than born-agains on Sunday.
*Joggins, Nova Scotia
**haunt of the world’s highest tides
BEEN THERE, DUMB THAT
Lost on my way to old Kamloops,*
I came upon two nincompoops.
When I asked where I was, I knew they were dumb:
They advised me to return where I just came from.
*Kamloops, British Columbia
Snow may fall, in fall, in places;
Like autumn leaves, it leaves its traces.
Come May, there may still traces be;
But may I say, it leaves….eventually.
In departing, I was going to leave you with a clip of an old song called CANADIAN CAPERS, but as I was clipping along, I came across this old cartoon of the same name (it’s not aces, but it’s funny in places):