Beaver House, Revisited
Recently I visited Hudson’s Bay’s
Ancient home in the middle of London.
Dangers of the wild, the strength of the gun
Inspired the fur traders’ foreign forays:
Searching for beaver pelts all of their days;
Seeking nocturnal routes through Indian
Occupied areas; following one
Never-ending quest for the others’ ways.
Pioneers in the new technologies,
In their Western quest for more improvements,
Eventually must consult the East:
Regardless of how far as a species
Recent Man has come, he must do penance;
Earth is the Beaver House, Man is the Beast.
Sonnet XXIII
Ah, Hudson Bay Company. North America’s oldest corporation, now sadly owned by Americans.
Fun use of the acrostic.
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All things must pass to those who have the money, it seems. Glad you noticed the acrostic. You’ll find that most of my poem in this series (the one’s marked Sonnet xxx) contain similar hidden messages.
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I remember visiting Beaver House as a child with my mother. I suppose that it was part of my extra-mural education. There were several visits to London addresses which required that I was accompanied by an adult: Beaver House, the Royal Mint and the Post Office Tower. In my childhood there were no issues as to the use of animal furs. Even sportswear in the current era avoids natural fabrics. Footballers wear synthetic fabrics of all varieties. I remember visiting the Royal Institute of Civil Engineers to attend a lecture about the Channel Tunnel which at the time was a fantasy yet it eventually was constructed.
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