The Haven



THE HAVEN

(Author: Unknown)

There is something in the ally

That is native to my soul

Something calming to my being

In this dirt infested hole

Where the alley cats are crying

And the garbage is a coat

There is something there of me

Something peaceful, calm, remote

There is something of me written

On those old graffiti walls

From the hollow iron trash cans

Something from my childhood calls

Days I spent among the litter

When I wanted to be free

From the outer worlds intrusions

When I needed time to be

The alley sees me rarely now

That I am nearly grown

I no longer have the time to seek

A place to be alone

Yet when outer pressures crowd me

And I need to be apart

There stirs something of an alley

Half remembered in my heart

I grew up in Lynn Lake... for those of you who don't know where that is... it's the end of the road going north in Manitoba (except for ice roads in the winter).  Its a dingy little hole in the world... it will also always be my home.  Covered in graffiti and empty whisky bottles down the alley, it's not uncommon to see someone peeing on main street either... I hated it growing up but I had the best friends, and so many people in my live who knew me and loved me... You don't get that in other places.