Sudbury: An unfinished poem, for an unfinished city

 

 
The cold, frigid tempratures,
mix with the black, tailings-stained rocks,
which seperate the occasional sprinkling of vegetation,
to create the hard rock landscape we call home,
and the people are spread out just like the trees.
 
Who'd want to stay in a place like that?
I would, and apparently so would a lot of people.
 
Sudbury's not all bad,
and it's getting better,
There are a lot of people here,
who are trying, 
and are succeeding, 
at making a difference.
 
Trust me,
I can feel the pulse of the city,
and it's getting stronger.
 
The city needs a shake-up,
it needs new blood,
but what city doesn't?
 
There's so much potential here,
so much talent.
 
The city needs to listen,
and then accept the new generations,
who are feeling alienated,
and leaving en masse.
 
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2 thoughts on “Sudbury: An unfinished poem, for an unfinished city

  1. I am presuming that your are talking about Greater Sudbury in Canada…not the one in Massachusetts…but I suspect both cities are suffering from a loss of their youth…thanks for the gift of your poetry.

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