This city is a lyrebird
echoing voices
from every corner of the world
Arriving through Pearson Airport
the road unfurls - smooth, bright
lights shimmering beyond rows of maple trees
You may be lost at first,
but the stories of travelers & immigrants,
remind you the world gathers here -
Asian bowls, Italian plates,
South American sweets, vegan bowls
farm fields and stones giving way
to tall silver towers & landscaped streets
Beneath it all,
Credit River threads through conservation parks,
past pines & fallen maple leaves, pouring itself
into Lake Ontario
This too is the city
At Riverwood, we listen for the
quick tapping of a woodpecker
Down at Lakeshore, we follow
the long blue stretch of the lake
towards the Toronto's skyline
We breathe the crisp winter air
jackets and tuques pulled tight
watching geese and swans glide
white on white
our mittened hands warm as our socks
Note: “Mississauga” translates “River of the North of Many Mouths”. This is a major suburb of Toronto, Ontario.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - So This is Ted Kooser or Local Wonders, with guest host, Jennifer Wagner. Tell us about your city. Thanks for your comments and visits.
