A Long Poem of Pictures...

“It’s like falling through a poem” I said to myself

As we walked the cobblestone streets of Old Quebec...

…to the clippety-clop of horses hooves

 But this is not your average poem; 

it moves...

Adding places...

And people

 Colorful clapboard cottages

A church steeple

 Lighthouses

 Cruise ships

 Shops

 Harbours

 Piers

and homesteads...

 ....reminiscent 

 of yester-years

 Cloud capped coves...

 Beaches and bays

Farmland 

 Fishing boats

Flower fields

Quays

Villages, 

 Vistas with Vineyard and tree 

And ever the rolling, 

 riveting 

 rhythm

 Of the vast, blue sea

© Janet Martin