Letter to the editor 7, April 29, 2021
By Ian Deakin
The sweet song of the morning bird
Now often struggles to be heard
Above the diesel and the saw
As they lay bare the forest floor.
The slithy toves have come to town
And now the trees are falling down.
The place we know is changing fast,
Its charm and peace will not long last.
Homes and condos like mushrooms sprout
No use to protest or to shout.
It’s all approved, the plan’s in hand
Let’s start to build, let’s clear the land.
“Don’t block the way, you’re just too old,
It’s all called progress” we are told.
Don’t dream of wooded trails or walks,
Just think of money and how it talks.
So join the fun, what’s to decide?
Go grab a plot and subdivide!
Just don’t delay, the market’s hot
And now’s your chance to make a lot!