Along the eastern shore of Grenadier Pond,
there is a comforting quiet.
Where the soft whirring of fishing reels,
sinkers breaking waters surface
and the rustle of squirrel and chipmunk feet through underbrush,
can faintly be heard, above the soothing silence.
Only two sounds regularly and discordantly rise above the tranquility.
The fleeting, timetabled, roaring whoosh and clackety-click
of the regional GO trains passing in the distance;
and the intermittent, almost frantic rhythms played upon the ponds surface
by flapping wings and large, dragging webbed feet,
as pairs of massive white swans labour to take flight.
Followed once again, by the calming embrace
of the Gardiner Expressway's white noise.
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POEMS from EAST of WEST
ПоэзияPOEMS from EAST of WEST is a short collection of accessible short poems. The poems were inspired by my daily walks in a natural setting, throughout all four seasons of the year, in the west end of the city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Although the...
