A dialect poem by Ron Holoday

The Blizzard on Mount Mackenzie
January 2012

By Ron Holoday
(With apologies to William Henry Drummond)

Un snowy afternoon on Mount Mackenzie de wind she start to blow
and de crew at de top of de chairlift get scared because de power she go out, too
For de wind she blow like a hurricane, bye and bye she blow some more and de
seats on de chairlift are empty and waving to and fro.

De chairlift boss he call de crew to decide what to do. He call de ticket taker also. De ticket taker, her name was Donna she come from Australia, she sell popcorn by de box at de Sidney Opera House.
De chairlift boss, his name was Charlie he live in de Big Eddy, he drive de big logging truck for Joe Kozek Sawmill where dere is no snow on de ground.
Now de wind sshe blow from North East West, de South wind she blow to Donna say mon cheri what are going to do?

De chairlift boss he look at Donna, he look at his crew too, he say I go down to de Lodge and get de rescue crew.
Now de night was dark like some back cat and with de wind he couldn’t see.
Now early in de morning bout half past two, three, four rescue crew found Charlie at Greely eight, nine kilometers from de Lodge.
De rest of de crew and Donna de rescue crew dey get from de top when de power come back on.


Now all you young skiers and snowboarders too take warning from dis story
Go and meet some nice young Revelstoke girl and get a job at coopers or serving drinks at de Lord Nelson Bar.

For de wind she can blow like hurricane and suppose she blow some more.
You can’t get frozen toes and ears on Mount Mackenzie so long as you stay indoors.