Gary Soto

(1952 / Fresno, California)

Saturday At The Canal - Poem by Gary Soto

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Too close to dying to understand. The hallways
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus,
A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday,
Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground
And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard
On a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there,
Hitchhike under the last migrating birds
And be with people who knew more than three chords
On a guitar. We didn't drink or smoke,
But our hair was shoulder length, wild when
The wind picked up and the shadows of
This loneliness gripped loose dirt. By bus or car,
By the sway of train over a long bridge,
We wanted to get out. The years froze
As we sat on the bank. Our eyes followed the water,
White-tipped but dark underneath, racing out of town.

Comments about Saturday At The Canal by Gary Soto

  • (8/8/2018 9:37:00 PM)

    I am Jeff Bezos.
    I bought this poem and disallow anybody else from viewing it. I WILL sue if I find anyone reading it from now on
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  • (8/8/2018 9:00:00 PM)

    After reading this i had a solid cry (Report) Reply

  • (2/20/2018 11:14:00 PM)

    This poem was so beautiful.
    It helped me in life a lot.
    When I couldn't sleep I would listen to this amazingly boring poem to help me sleep.
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  • (1/30/2018 10:17:00 AM)

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  • (9/28/2016 10:38:00 AM)

    i like dick and i like them big (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2012 9:56:00 AM)

    Like this if you hate when you dropp a big poop and the water comes back up and splashes your butt (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2012 9:53:00 AM)

    Like this if you hate when you dropp a big poop and the water comes back up and splashes your butt (Report) Reply

  • (3/14/2009 12:22:00 PM)

    i love the rich text and how you take the reader into the boredom of adolescence without ever losing their interest. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • (2/1/2008 8:28:00 AM)

    first off nice comments you get.haha interesting poem (Report) Reply

  • (12/19/2006 6:46:00 AM)

    hi guys its me kity cat (Report) Reply

  • (3/9/2005 10:27:00 AM)

    i have a raging boner (Report) Reply

  • (3/9/2005 10:27:00 AM)

    gary soto is a stoner and you know it (Report) Reply

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Read poems about / on: guitar, car, school, hair, water, happy, friend, people, wind, dark, night, teacher, hope

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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