Al Purdy was the uncommon poet
Of many times,who shared my sky.
His mirror is lying , gathering dust,
In dusty attic of unknown archives.
His repair man atop a church spire
Spelled threat of an imminent fall.
Man is hammering away at his sky.
Perhaps he will not fall , Mr. Purdy.
Remembering the great Canadian poet Al Purdy (1918-2000)