April is National Poetry Month, and the Post is celebrating by featuring poems about Alameda penned by local writers. This week’s featured poet is Shanti Lair-Croom. She shares a poem titled The Island.
The Island
The ancestral indigenous (Ohlone), steward of this land for thousands of years.
Willow trees.
“Grove of poplar trees.”
Change.
Renewal.
Growth and resilience.
That’s what Alameda means.
A bitter-sweet symphony, a blend of harmony and military activity.
Canal.
Rise and fall of tides.
Blue misty skies and butterflies.
Oh, what a fascinating place to reside.
The attractions are endless.
Hear the sounds of ocean waves and multiple languages being exchanged.
Experience historical sites, museums, events, and parades.
View hundreds of birds as they roam and chirp.
Watch them cross the road as we patiently wait in our cars.
Drive by, rent, or own Victorian homes.
See families and individuals exercising near or at the beach.
Children laugh and play, squirrely like the squirrels that are on almost every tree.
Dogs wag their tails on their leash, unless they are let free at the doggy dog party (park).
“Who lets the dogs out?”
Chase. Chase. Chase.
Interested in a date? Or a delicious plate? Come visit the “tree-lined avenue” in the East Bay of the Golden State.
Meet people from diverse backgrounds and religions.
Enjoy food from cultures all around the world in one place.
Taste the best wines and beers as folks gather and cheer.
Listen to live music, watch movies, attend shows, plays, or open mics.
Learn about high technology companies or the latest device.
So many festivities are happening in the day and night.
Willow trees… the “Grove of poplar trees” sway and sing.
This location is a harmonious island, with deep-rooted melodies.
Currently evolving in tones.
Welcome to paradise.
The Island.
Home sweet home.
See Shanti Lair-Croom’s previous work, and stay up-to-date with her on Instagram.
