Thursday April 13 2000

Ode to Ogopogo Island
Peachland Signal

The following poem was provided by Peachland resident Peter Spackman.
By M.E. Domi

Each town within this valley fair
Claims Ogopogo's home is there.
But, have you ever stopped to think
Where he might go, when those humps sink
Beneath the waters calm and clear,
When each part seems to disappear?
When all the boats are on their way
Where would dear Ogopogo stay?
Kelowna's waters churned to foam
Are not a place to make a home.

Penticton's shores and cliffs of clay
Provide no place for him to stay.
So now I let my secret out;
Tell what this poem is all about.

The silent town in this dispute,
A little town of small repute.
In fact is closest to the zone,
That Ogopogo calls his own.
Across from Peachland's pleasant beach,
An Island's within easy reach.
And underneath the waters there,
Old Ogopogo has his lair.

So come to Peachland -get a boat,
Or swim or paddle; fly or float
Across to Ogopogo's land.
And there just sit or lie or stand;
And wait for sights of greenish humps,
A horse's head and boney stumps
Of horns upon the classic head.
Oh, then you'll know 'tis truly said,
That Peachland is the home of he,
Whom each of us has longed to see.