“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...
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
Quays
Villages,
Vistas with Vineyard and tree
And ever the rolling,
riveting
rhythm
Of the vast, blue sea
© Janet Martin
Oh what a beautiful picturesque peek at your vacation. I loved these photos and I loved your poem. Thanks, Janet and welcome home!
ReplyDeleteThank-you! it was so fun but feels good to be back! my home-sweet-home poem is still coming;-)
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