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Spike

Spike

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SPIKE

Vancouver BC “Spike” and recollections.

Although it was a rough year beginning to end and began with our move, (and on that very day) my broken ankle, followed by my son’s broken leg, my daughter’s deadly reaction to penicillin and her body’s complete shut down, my mother’s death and moving to Hardy, one memory still touches my heart.

Fireworks.  It was Vancouver’s annual fireworks show and we drove to a peak that would allow us a Premo view.  At the top of the hill, we could see Telus World of Science but will forever be known to our family as spike.

They lit the building in conjunction with the fireworks and the kids 2 1/2 and 6 1/2 said oh look, “spike”.  They thought the building was brilliant.  Although they enjoyed the fireworks, the building with its spikes took the cake.

We later toured the facility and hopefully one day I’ll have pictures developed as it was intriguing.

To this day, when we see pictures of Telus World of Science, we look at one another, smile and unanimously say, “spike”.

Stump

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Once an old growth tree had stood

Amid a forest of mighty softwood

We peered at that tree and carved our initials

That made it perfect and oh so official

We were a mighty duo of two

My best friend and I would pursue

Adventure aplenty whether close or afar

Giggling joking dividing a candy bar

Sharing laughter and tears and so much more

Underneath the tree down by the shore

Sadly my gaze fell upon the exact spot

Of that precious tree and memories sought

Slowly I worked my way there

The place was empty my tree nowhere

Heartbroken I looked all round

It was gone, with emptiness profound

I sat upon all that was left

Feeling completely bereft

Nothing remained but a tree stump

My throat ached with a huge lump

For it our beloved tree was now gone

As was my dearest friend once called upon

To run and scamper and play all about

Shows and theatre we would act out

Memories special sweet and so dear

Carved like initials, in my mind so clear

Though the tree might be gone

My recollections were forever strong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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