Editor:
Following a number of ‘near misses,’ I have put together the following open poem to the motorists of White Rock and South Surrey – except all bus drivers, as they respect the crosswalks.
If nothing else, it might bring a smile to a few faces:
Ode to a Crosswalk
Hi, it’s me, The Guy That Does Not Drive
The guy that’s still alive
(Barely)
The guy who waits, the guy who stares
The guy who waits but dares
Not to cross, not yet, no way
Not until they stop I say
You’ll see me wave as you pass by
‘Thanks for stopping!’ I’ll cry
On 16th, on Martin
(just a list I’m startin’)
Of places I stand
Bag in hand
For Smith, or Sung,
The old, the young,
Just for once to stop.
C’mon Mom! C’mon Pop!
In your Oldsmobile, your truck
My gosh, you stopped, thank goodness
You wave me across, you’ve done me a favour
In your own mind, you’re my little saviour
Thing is, you see,
Billy-Bob and Susie-Dee,
Between those two lines
The road is mine,
Whatever you say
It’s my right of way.
It’s me, The Guy Who Does Not Drive
The guy that’s still alive
(Barely)
It’s becoming a fairly major issue in White Rock, and as one who regularly tries to cross the non-traffic-light crosswalks – for want of a better phrase – it’s extremely infuriating.
The new crosswalk on Martin Street, just south of North Bluff/16 Avenue, is a prime example of this.
It’s relatively new, so people who drive that way aren’t used to it.
It’s also horrifically under-signposted.
I have never once crossed Martin without having to wait while several drivers fail to yield.
Tom Hall, White Rock