Letter-writer Tom Hall has penned a poem in an attempt to catch the attention of Semiahmoo Peninsula drivers.

Letter-writer Tom Hall has penned a poem in an attempt to catch the attention of Semiahmoo Peninsula drivers.

Learning the crosswalk shuffle

Editor:

Following a number of ‘near misses,’ I have put together the following open poem to the motorists of Whi

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

 

 

 

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