I’d read on a blog that the Rocky Mountaineer holds a poetry competition so on the second day I started writing a poem. Halfway through the day nothing had been mentioned so I asked Cleo, one of the staff, if it was happening. She said it only usually happens on the longer routes but I was welcome to get up and read mine. I was immediately filled with terror but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t, so at the end of the day I got up and read it for our carriage. I got a few laughs for mentioning the things that had been annoying us, like the trees always blocking the view. When I finished they gave me a silver salmon pin and said that if I ever saw anyone wearing one I had to give them the secret salmon handshake, which I will demonstrate for you if I ever see you in person!
There were many stops along the route on the second day to let goods trains pass, so we also had a little quiz sheet that Mum and I also finished first so we really scooped the pool. I never win anything so it was quite thrilling for me!
Here’s the poem I wrote. As you can see, it’s nothing special but I do quite like the way it ends.
Oh Canada, oh Canada
Your home and native land
Is filled with trees, so we ask please,
A chainsaw we demand.
Don’t cut them all, just make them small,
So better views we’ll see,
My camera’s filled with blurs of green,
It looks quite like the sea.
T’wixt train and mountain,
Track and shore,
they block all sight of land
Fine far away, but close I pray
For gaps a camera’s span.
I don’t like to moan, you’ll send me home,
Everything else is grand.
Your food, your smiles, your bear-filled wilds,
Smoked salmon on demand.
Cleo and crew know what to do,
To keep us all well-fed and happy.
Giving us facts and plentiful snacks
Their service is anything but crappy.
We’ve laughed, we’ve snoozed
We’ve barely boozed,
We’ve travelled, young and old,
We’ll come again, just tell us when
On your Rocky Mountain gold