Saturday At The Canal

Portrait of Gary Soto
Gary Soto 1952–

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.

Saturday At The Canal: analysis

Introduction

Saturday at the Canal is a 21-line poem in one stanza, from the collection Home Course in Religion. The speaker looks back on being a teenager who hoped "to be happy by seventeen". School is dull and sour. On a Saturday he and a friend sit by a canal, throwing rocks and dreaming of San Francisco.

The poem is about restlessness and the longing to escape a small, stuck life. The boys want to leave by any means. Yet they stay on the bank while time seems to freeze. Only the water gets out, "racing out of town".

Summary

The speaker begins by saying he was hoping to be happy by seventeen. He describes school as a check mark in a roll book and a tuba playing at noon before a game. The teachers seemed "Too close to dying to understand". The hallways stank of poor grades and unwashed hair.

So, on a Saturday, he and a friend sit watching the water. They hardly talk. They warm themselves by hurling rocks at the dusty ground. They feel awful because San Francisco is only a postcard on a bedroom wall. They want to go there, hitchhiking, and be with people who know more than three chords on a guitar.

The speaker notes that they did not drink or smoke, though their hair was shoulder length and wild in the wind. The shadows of their loneliness gripped the loose dirt. By bus, car or train they wanted to get out. But the years froze as they sat on the bank. Their eyes followed the water, white on top and dark beneath, racing out of town.

Themes and meaning

The main theme is the longing to escape. The phrase "We wanted to get out" sums it up. San Francisco stands for a fuller life, but it exists only as "a postcard" on a bedroom wall. The boys list every means of leaving: bus, car, train, hitchhiking. They use none of them.

Adolescent disappointment is a second theme. The first line sets a quiet goal, "to be happy by seventeen", and the poem shows it unmet. School is reduced to routine and noise. The teachers seem remote and old. Nothing in town offers meaning, so the boys turn to the canal.

The poem also treats loneliness as something shared but unspoken. The two friends sit "Neither of us talking much". Their loneliness is strong enough to cast shadows that grip the dirt. Hurling rocks is their only outlet. The action is pointless, which mirrors their sense of going nowhere.

Time and stasis form a final theme. The words "The years froze" suggest a feeling of being stuck for a long time. The water does what the boys cannot, moving fast and purposeful out of town. The last image can be read as both a promise and a taunt. It is "White-tipped but dark underneath", hinting that escape may hold its own darkness.

Tone

The tone is wistful and slightly bitter. The opening line sounds like a modest hope that came to nothing. The description of school is scornful, as in "An obnoxious tuba" and hallways that "Stank".

There is humour in the poem too. The jab at the teachers being "Too close to dying" is a teenager's harsh joke. The wish for people "who knew more than three chords" is dry and self-aware.

The tone deepens toward the end. Words like "loneliness" and "froze" bring a heavier mood. The final image is calm but sad. The speaker watches the water leave without him, and the poem stops there.

Form and structure

The poem is a single stanza of 21 lines in free verse. The lines are long, from 9 to 15 syllables. There is no regular metre and no rhyme scheme.

Sentences constantly run over line ends. Line 4 ends "The teachers were" and line 16 ends on "of". This heavy enjambment gives the poem the restless, rambling movement of thought. Each line begins with a capital letter, as in older verse. The flow of sentences across lines echoes the water that ends the poem.

Poetic devices

Metaphor line 2
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book School is reduced to taking attendance. The image suggests routine with no real learning.
Hyperbole line 5
Too close to dying to understand A teenager's exaggeration about older teachers. It shows the gap the speaker felt between them and him.
Imagery line 6
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair A smell is attached to failure. Mixing the abstract and physical makes school feel stale.
Metaphor line 10
San Francisco was a postcard The city is only a picture, not a place within reach. Their dream stays flat and distant.
Personification line 17
This loneliness gripped loose dirt Loneliness casts shadows and grips the ground. The feeling seems physical and clinging.
Enjambment line 19
The years froze The line breaks before As we sat on the bank. The pause makes time seem to stop.
Symbol line 21
racing out of town The water leaves as the boys cannot. It stands for the escape they long for.
Contrast line 21
White-tipped but dark underneath A bright surface over darkness. It suggests that leaving, or life itself, may be harder than it looks.
Asyndeton line 17
By bus or car, The list of transport runs into line 18. The pile-up shows how badly they want to leave by any means.

Words worth knowing

roll book
A teacher's register where attendance is marked.
Thus
Therefore. The formal word links the dull school to the trip to the canal.
canal
A man-made waterway. Here it is the only moving thing in the boys' world.
three chords
The handful of basic chords a beginner learns on guitar. The boys want people with more skill and experience.

What readers have said

  • Gave the poem to a daughter graduating high school and read it as a picture of underfunded public education. kerry english, 2005
  • Disagrees, arguing the poem is not about education but about the desire of seventeen-year-olds everywhere to escape and explore. L C Haywood, 2005
  • Finds it true to life in a blank, boring town, and describes wanting to get in a car and just drive. Sonnet White, 2006
  • Remembers the feelings of high school and says the poem captures youth on the threshold of adulthood. Terry Wilson, 2005
  • Plans to pair it with The Outsiders for seventh graders because of a similar tone and subject. C.R.Thompson, 2005

This analysis was drafted from the poem’s text, the records of American Poems and the readers’ comments. Every quotation and line number was checked against the poem, scanned for unsupported claims, and the editor read and revised it before publication. Facts about the poet’s life appear only when a source is given. Corrections are welcome through the contact page.

Revised in October 2026.

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  1. juan spears

    i thought that your poem wqas kinda bad it made no sense and you should work haredr i thought that it was hoorible actually.
    Juan

  2. Andrew Kontio United States

    i thought your poem was really great. i think you should iot pay attentiton to that other guy he is jusrt jelous

  3. kerry english United States

    Dear Gary,
    I gave your poem to my daughter who is graduating high school in June. I thought it was a brilliant example of public education in Los Angeles and the feeling of the seniors in her class. Thanks for the expression and no thanks to the citizens of Los Angeles that do not fund education.

  4. L C Haywood United States ↩ replying to kerry english

    What a lovely poem. "Kerry English" posted a rather idiotic comment stating, I suppose, that he thought your poem was a comment on education. How silly. The point of the poem is not a scathing review of any education system, but rather, a capturing of the desire by 17 year olds everywhere to escape, to expolore, and to break free.

  5. C.R.Thompson United States

    I'm planning to use this poem with my seventh graders who are reading The Outsiders by SE Hinton. It has a similar tone and subject.

  6. Terry Wilson United States

    "Saturday at the Canal" real caught my attention as I was reading through "Imagining Worlds" by Margorie Ford and Jon Ford. I am many years out of high school, but still do remember the feelings of those days. Gary has a grasp on what the youth present, past and future experience on the thresh of adulthood. I will be analyzing his poem for a paper I have in "Performance Literature" a 300 college class.

    I would suggest proper spelling and grammar and no use of e-mail abbreviations, as not everyone knows what they mean. Some of the comments were not understandable because of this.

  7. catie faust United States

    i liked this poem alot .. i can relate to it ..
    xoxo
    catie

  8. Ashleigh Pacheco United States

    I really liked your poem, don't listen to anybody who tells you different! I read your poem just for fun because in my English class at Palo Alto College we are studying about great poets...and I chose you. I can't wait to read another one of your poems.
    *_* Ashleigh Pacheco

  9. Perosn New Zealand

    We had this in our comprehension part of our exam, the questions were really hard but I liked the poem

  10. Cameron Parker United States

    Mr. Soto you are my hero, i want to make sweet love to you. Will you meet me? I will meet you anytime. I love you :)

  11. Sonnet White United States

    This poem is so real. I live in a completly blan and boring town, is has hardly any character. I see the same faces everyday, and have the same conversations, it makes me want to go mad. I went to visit jacksonville florida recently, and seeing the big city, and all the different people, it was like a breath of fresh air to me. I want to scream somtimes just thinking of my life and how i feel as if its going…

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    This poem is so real. I live in a completly blan and boring town, is has hardly any character. I see the same faces everyday, and have the same conversations, it makes me want to go mad. I went to visit jacksonville florida recently, and seeing the big city, and all the different people, it was like a breath of fresh air to me. I want to scream somtimes just thinking of my life and how i feel as if its going nowhere. I want to break away, get in a car, and just drive, and drive, and drive, until i feel as if i have reached my calling. Your poem brought tears to my eyes, just knowing, if you this poor character in this story, has made a life, and interesting life with a child and wife, in sunny california, than mabey i, a reckless and lost 17 yr old, can find a life one day that will withhold my attention and dreams.
    please write back, you are a wonderful writer

  12. Brittany China ↩ replying to catie faust

    i loved the pop up that came up on the screen ! Push the fart button that was brilliant mate! oh by the way nice poem, Catie has a weird comment, go home

  13. chanel United States

    og ur so cool idk how u do it its very hard to be a poet i could amgain so keep up the good work oh and ur hottttttttttt baby holla the number is [phone removed]

  14. diana United States

    i love all poems! dad way dat gary soto writes it's poetry is so nice! hope he keeps writing more stories n poetry!:)

  15. nancy United States

    i love ur poems n poetry idk how u writen so many but dat takes alot of time am writing these project about u n it counts my whole intire grade can u imagine dat well until know im getting 2 know u more thats cool huh?. bye always ur #1 fan nancy

  16. Elaina Hittle

    Beautiful poem

  17. Jeremy Bobby ↩ replying to juan spears

    Really dude? If it doesn't make sense you gotta work a little harder to understand it.

  18. Isabel

    ugly poem

  19. Annette

    I loved loved loved this poem. We read it in class & it moved us!

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