But it might be missed by Al Purdy, for the Sherwood was once called the Quinte Hotel.
|sincere thanks to Eric Lorenzen of Trenton HS for this photo|
I am drinking
I am drinking beer with yellow flowers
in the underground sunlight
and you can see that I am a sensitive man
|photo credit: Ernst Kuglin/ QMI Agency|
In the quiet of the Ameliasburgh cemetery, freezing in the unaccustomed cold, I told Al about the fire. I left a volcano-spawned stone, as I had planned. As I walked away I was drawn to the edge of the old mill-pond by a flash of colour. There, in the frost-killed brush and branches, lay a little yellow artificial flower, left over from someone's graveside beautification.
We pay close attention to coincidences in our family - I left the yellow flower with Al.