How wings get tired as one flies;
But joy to see a new sunrise
As flying West means endless day,
With Night encroachment kept at bay…
Rush hour traffic here is light;
The River Fraser* sparkles bright
Its estuaries all cloaked in blue
Once airport red tape is gone through!
Where am I? Go on, have a guess;
As hinted, I have flown out West!
Vancouver high-rise looms in view
But clapboard homesteads* spring up too.
Once, salmon canning enterprise
This fishing hamlet grew in size;
Known now for tech-smart generation:
Its laid-back style – a revelation.
In summer – blessed with climate mild
(Though rainy winters are reviled!)
Progressive, spawned with West-Coast chic
A mecca for the Get-Rich-Quick!
Nearby, away from city sprawl
Beyond each local shopping mall,
A tiny enclave fringed by sea …
Richmond, where my heart roams free!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
* The Fraser River is 854 miles (or 1375 Km) long, all in British Columbia.
** Located near Vancouver Airport, Burkeville village - comprising 328 houses - was built in 1941-1943 to house workers for Boeing Aircraft construction.
Richmond Fishing Museum, British Columbia, Canada
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