The next morning at breakfast Eddie mentioned he wrote poetry. I asked him if there was somewhere I might read his poetry – a book? A website? – and he got up and brought a book of his poetry to me! I read one at the table and laughed uproariously. He said my laughter was good to hear. We talked a little and then I asked Eddie to suggest a poem for me to read. I started to read the titles and when I got to one titled Eddie the Eagle I declared that was the one I would read. I started to read silently and then looked up and asked if anyone minded if I read it aloud. What a great treat! To sit at Eddie and Lorene’s table, my belly full of breakfast, in the middle of the gorgeous Nass Valley, a hot cup of coffee in front of me, reading poetry. The poem was about Eddie being adopted into the Nisga’a Eagle Clan. That’s why he calls himself Eddie the Eagle.
He was very kind to me when I was done reading and said I read poetry very well. After breakfast I packed up to leave and Eddy brought me a CD with some of his poems and said I could share them with anyone, so I’m sharing with you.
This is one of Eddy’s poems. If you’ve been to Prince Rupert you will be laughing in recognition. If you haven’t been to Prince Rupert, Eddy is about to take you there.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE WEST COAST
WHEN SANTA CLAUS COMES TO PRINCE RUPERT
HE MUST MODIFY HIS SLEIGH,
BECAUSE ALMOST EVERY XMAS EVE
IT WOULD BE RAINING ALL DAY
HIS SLEIGH RUNNERS SHOULD BE REPLACED
FROM HIS WINTER HIGH FLYERS
TO OUR LOCAL WINTER TREADS
OF YEAR ROUND SUMMER TIRES
SANTA'S TOQUE MUST BE REPLACED
FOR A RED SOU-WESTER INSTEAD
WE MIGHT HAVE SOME TROUBLE FINDING
SUPER LARGE SLICKERS IN RED
EACH REINDEER WILL BE WEARING
CANNERY HEAD SCARVES OF DIFFERNT COLORS
BECAUSE EACH CANNERY'S BRAND
IS DIFFERNT FROM THE OTHERS
RUDOLPH'S RED NOSE IS USELESS HERE
WHEN IT GET'S WET AND SOGGY
HE SHOULD REPLACE IT WITH A FOG HORN
MANY NIGHTS ARE DARK AND FOGGY
SANTA CLAUS NOW HAS A PROBLEM
BECAUSE DOWN THE CHIMNEY HE CAN'T SLIDE
WITH OUR RAIN IN PRINCE RUPERT
SANTA'S UMBRELLA IS WAY TOO WIDE
THERE'S YET ONE OTHER PROBLEM
THAT HE HAS WITH HIS SLEIGH
IT'S NOW HALF FULL OF WATER
AND HE CAN'T BAIL IT OUT-NO WAY
NOW HE'S ALL FINISHED IN PRINCE RUPERT
AND HE DID NOT LEAVE WITH A HO HO HO
FOR I PLAINLY HEARD HIM YELLING
"LET'S GO , LET'S GO, LETS GO!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL
Here’s to Eddy the Eagle and to all the people in this big beautiful world who create and then share what they create and enrich all the rest of us.
Create something today. Fry some eulachon. Slap some paint around. Put up a window frame. (I’ll tell you about Brent and Alison soon) Do a little soft shoe. Write some poetry. This life is rich beyond belief and made richer by you being you.