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The End of the End of Williamson Ravine Thanks to Metrolinx, by Linden Thomas

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Updated: Oct 14, 2022

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I only faintly remember coming this far.

This far for escape to be penetrated

by shaking fences of green GO flashing by.

It’s the Northeast end,

where the rugged path curves to a

yellow sign warning “No Trespassing”.

In a few weeks They will trespass though,

and clip the coloured wings of

tree tags to make their

long noble bodies fall.


There’s an ancient one with thick nubby bark,

She needs two ribbons to be held;

Red and Blue.

It would take an army to cut her down;

An army and a wince.


I only faintly remember coming this far,

But I did.


I remember the denser mess of

tangled branches in an

arc over waded water strutted

with white flowers.

I remember the proudness

of reaching the other side,

through mud and falls and the

lineup on the boards. Seeing bright faces

peeking round from bends, coming back,

trotting, laughing.

Going around to the other side of the stream.


We’re older now and

the long leg of years I’d prayed to be over

is long over.

The details are blurry now,

and I may be wrong,

but I know I felt peace here.

From gentle trickling water and

gliders and the bends,

from hidden faces and the found.

Finding ways over and under and

observing a chipmunk

not scared in the stillness of a messy-haired child.



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