Kamloopsians don’t deserve Inks Lake,
Only twenty minutes from town.
Some come with their friends, their children,
And parents. Some come with their dinghy.
Some come with their guns and their targets,
Some with their pallets and gas cans.
Their drones, their drinks their devices — big ones like chainsaws, tents and wheelbarrows.
They come to chop trees,
Burn them as firewood.
Some smash bottles. Drop their trash.
They leave behind tailpipes, shovels and ash,
Charred vehicle hulls.
Don’t blame the young,
Instead watch them clear snow off the ice,
Play hockey till dusk.
How about their parents? Their friends?
Watch them as well,
Up on the gravel road their radios blare.
They sip hot chocolate or cola or beer,
Shoot at bottles and cans.
Then artfully plant ,
Spent gunshot shells on the snowy road.
Watch trucks drag behind them
Squealing tykes on toboggans.
No people accidents yet,
But deer, mice and eagles seem gone.
On visits to Inks Lake, I collect,
Glass, plastic, cans and tarp.
A few people pick up after their pets.
But what of the lake and its shore?
A mere twenty minutes from town
The object of attraction is destroyed first.
Do locals deserve Inks Lake?
Why not let Ajax have it?
Which pristine Kamloops Lake is next?