Five years on the road.
Hotel on harbour not yet rising,
Owner’s patience exercising.
Permits, licence, hearings had,
A vocal mob says thing is bad.
Hotel on harbour would have charm,
Some still view it with alarm.
It’s too high, it blocks the sky,
Too deep, too close to water supply.
Some minds are small like little town,
Don’t want their burg turned upside down.
New town council on the verge,
Will the new hotel emerge?
Albert Reeve, Gibsons
