Judge, May P. “On Water Street, Vancouver.” Indian Time: The Smallest Indian Paper with the Biggest Punch. Fall [post-1951]. 10.
On Water Street, Vancouver
Come, wander down to Water Street, stroll slowly up, or down,
Then, notice what the seasons bring to warehouses in town.
Their long, cool aisles of merchandise are open wide each morn;
At noon, like disappearing walls, piled crates have mostly gone
On lorries, trucks, delivery vans, backed close to greasy curbs
By men kept loading on, or off–fruit, vegetables and herbs.
Warm colours blend on Water Street, in open crate and sack,
Dark brown of washed potatoes, with pink rhubarb on the rack.
Small berried fruit, in season, tomatoes, beet-root, cress;
Bright peppers, orange, apple–although one must confess
Stale litter under foot annoys, before it’s swept away–
Yet, all is clear at eventide to welcome coming day.
Then, you will notice Water Street has other firms galore–
Such motley stock, glass, candy, clothes, tent-awnings, meat, and more!
Tea, groceries, one widow stacks Manila cord and rope,
Tough knots ahoy for mariners, but not on shore, we hope.
Come wander down to Water Street where seasons bring to hand
Their pageantry of produce of home and foreign land.