More of my militancy from the early 70’s…This was especially evident in Hamilton when I was training there with the Bank of Nova Scotia. If you left a car out overnight, it would be covered in a dull film of ash by morning.

A Poll You Shun

In the midst of the day,

When the moon isn’t bright,

The sun’s shining away

But it’s still out of sight:

It is almost as if

The day had become night,

Cause you can’t ‘tell the diff’

Between dark grey and white.

One can huff and a-puff

With all of his, er, might,

But it would not be tough

Against this sorry plight:

His breath would come quickly,

As his chest became tight;

His face would look sickly,

Though not from any fright.

It might seem a bit pale,

Almost a little white,

Could you make head or tail

With such a feeble light.

Tall people should be glad

That they have any height,

Cause I think it’d be sad

If no one saw my kite.

It may be said I’m sick,

That what I say is trite,

But the soup feels so thick

That I can barely write.

Though the chances of living

Seem awfully slight,

I know that we’re giving

Pollution a firm fight.

But ‘till we change the sky

From dark grey to blue-white,

We might just breathe and die

Tomorrow;

Well, not quite.