The clouds sink
obscuring hills with billows:
silver, grey, charcoal, black.
Heavy clouds in cold air
ready to coat the highway with danger.
We gaze out our windows
wondering whether we’ll get home before
the first storm of this winter.
poem-waiting in line March 11, 2014
Another car
goes ice dancing
swirling
spinning
from one side of the road to the other
Sending inhabitants flying
in the death spiral.
Stop! Accident scene!
and I must wait
First in line
While 3 ambulances
2 fire trucks
2 marked police cars
4 unmarked police cars
and 2 tow trucks
sort everything out
45 mins late for work
this morning
but thankful
not to be
in one of the ambulances.
I was doing that
ice dance in the same place yesterday.
One moment we are travellers
the next we are dancers
facing a sudden stop
and a different journey.
Shawn L. Bird 
Time for a street party! June 30, 2011
Tags: canada, Canada Day, postaday2011, TCH, Trans Canada Highway
I live a few blocks off the longest street in the world. One 7821 km long road, that connects our nation from sea to sea. It constantly amazes me how we are linked together through the Trans-Canada Highway. Whether you live in Newfoundland, Ontario, Saskatchewan or BC, it is rare if you have not travelled some distance on this road. Thousands of us commute on it every day.
Highway One unravels in over seven thousand kilometres past oceans, lakes, trees, prairie and mountains. It is a ribbon that ties Canada together. It is a symbol of Canadian unity. Despite the diversity of the scenery that unfolds around it, the Trans-Canada Highway takes us from city to wilderness, from the suburbs to national parks. It connect us together.
The TCH was an amazing feat to construct. If you’ve been through the Rockies recently, you’ll see it is still producing amazing feats of impressive engineering. Canadians and visitors alike are awed by the marvels of nature and man that span the length of this roadway. No other nation can boast of it. So let’s celebrate it!
Canada’s birthday is a perfect time to put barricades up at either end, so we can have a street party the entire length of the road. Someone bring the hockey sticks for a game of shinny. I’ll bring the red and white balloons.
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