The truth be known, once the pace of urbanity grasps hold, ‘going back’ is likely just a wishful fantasy. A couple days of all that silence and fresh air and one would likely jump back on the ferry, head to as many metro-Vancouver malls as possible, take in the traffic, noise, food courts and breathe a sigh of relief to be home again. However, I guess it doesn’t hurt to dream a bit, eh?
Loved that wringer washer and that iron STOVE.
The clothesline outside, good old SECRET COVE.
The antique sewing machine, the red barked ARBUTUS TREES.
The shirts, pants and unmentionables that danced in the BREEZE.
Close to Pender Harbour, down from RUBY LAKE.
Have you ever been to Madeira Park? It was heaven on earth, for GOODNESS SAKE!
However, I headed for success in the big city, worked at this and THAT.
There was no time to even properly raise a DOG or CAT.
There was plenty of hit and MISS and finally the realization, enough of THIS. Going back home to the 1950s, is where it was AT.
Going to find me a wringer washer, a classic iron STOVE,
put up a clothesline outside good old SECRET COVE.
An antique sewing machine and live among the red barked ARBUTUS TREES, where, once again, the shirts, pants, and unmentionables, dance in the Sunshine Coast BREEZE
Isn’t it fun watching the news these days? I especially love those commercials inserted in between. We’ve come a long way, eh?
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