My steps
are a mere whisper
on these narrow streets
cobbled with ruined stones
Sounds of the past
reverberate
above the silent cannons & flags
of Citadelle of Quebec
in time with
changing of the guards
in bright red coats
Here is the city
site of battles
& different civilization
over 100 years ago
preserved like an old postcard
Standing on Dufferin Terrace
I marvel at the
lush gardens
European architecture of towers,
charm of old doors & window arches,
quaint lodgings & cozy restaurants
The gem of all
is to view
the majestic
Chateau Frontenac
overlooking Lawrence river is
to behold a gigantic palace in sky
I am a child
awed
listening to history
unraveling & retracing-
so I may
know the bosom of my
new motherland
Quebec City
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Adventures in Travelling - I have been to this city twice, and I highly recommend it. Thanks for the visit ~
Fabulous ending.
ReplyDelete"listening to history unraveling & retracing-so I may know the bosom of my new motherland"
Thank you ~
DeletePhew! Such a stunning write Grace :D you had me at the opening lines. Beautifully executed :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Such a spot with history all about. Never been there but knew it held a lot.
ReplyDeleteYou can take a plane there - its a short trip ~
DeletePaints such a grand scene!
ReplyDeleteI do have Quebec City on my bucket list itinerary, & thanks to your poetic recall, it moves several notches up; I imagine that one would go gaga over the photographic possibilities.
ReplyDeleteOld Quebec is lovely Glenn ~ You will love the charm of the enclosed city ~
DeleteNicely written. I've been there too, love the story behind the palace...
ReplyDeletethis is like being there - love" I am a child - "what a great way to learn and appreciate history
ReplyDeleteTo take a new motherland to your heart, a visit like this will become a pilgrimage - like a rebirth of sort... You describe the place, bug even more it's impression upon you so well.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing palace and it does look like it's hanging in the sky. I like that you want to learn about and embrace your adopted city. Lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeleteMajestic beauty, and lovely wisdom.
ReplyDeleteYou make the place so real and so magical as it fills your mind with wonder. Yes, a must visit description! maybe one day.
ReplyDeleteTaking the new motherland to heart - so very lovely. The title of the poem is perfect the description - hanging in the air...a pilgrimage to a newly loved place...
ReplyDeleteYou captured perfectly that feeling of being somewhere old, with deep history. Well done. Welcome home!
ReplyDeleteWOW! I would so love to see it, but never will. I visited it just now, through your words, and LOVE the photo. The old architecture is stunning.
ReplyDeleteLove that ending, Grace and "like a child"
ReplyDeleteI so understand "I am a child
ReplyDeleteawed
listening to history
unraveling & retracing-" :)
I would like to go. We went to Toronto over a year ago and I loved the history and beauty. I plan to go again. :)
ReplyDeleteQuebec keeps popping up on my radar. I may need to visit there this summer.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking...loved each line...I love European architecture...
ReplyDeleteI marvel at the
lush gardens
European architecture of towers,
charm of old doors & window arches,
quaint lodgings & cozy restaurants...fantastic!
Such a beautiful city! I was there just a few years ago when I was in Grade 10 (1988 is just a few years back...right?)
ReplyDeleteThe ability to call a new land "home" and accept to your heart as it has accepted you is a marvelous thing. We are such young countries, US & Canada, yet our histories are indeed rich and worthy. Your visuals of Chateau Frontenac are inspiring. Definitely adding Quebec to my "Go To" list.
ReplyDeleteMy paternal family
ReplyDeletetwice removed from
Ireland.. once then
removed from
Black Forest
of Germany..
i cannot imagine
any architecture
worth traveling
to greater
than
subtropic
sun on face..
anyWay.. poeTry
and photos wiLL
suffice iN travel for me..
away from paradise here..
aLL oF Nature wiTh zero manmade..:)