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QUEBEC CITY
An ancient city, history is
everywhere you look,
Like living within the pages
of some old book.
Drive past the Heights of Abraham,
marvel at the climb
The soldiers did, heavy laden with
musket, shot and prime.
Few guards along the edge for
no army could come
Up those heights, no, it really
could not be done.
We saw the Plains of Abraham now
made into a lovely park,
And overhead sweetly singing was
a small meadow-lark.
We went beneath the arch of that
great fortification,
A structure of beauty and strong
against any invasion.
Now just part of a busy street, cars
going through each way,
Living in a happier time where enmity
does not stay.
We walked around the narrow streets
in a state of awe
At all the many artisans and clever
crafters we saw.
Quaint cafes and stores beaconing
you inside
Showing off their merchandise
with pride.
Although the rain began so every
lightly to fall,
It didn’t seem to matter to us one
little bit at all.
We stopped, spoke to the artists who
explained their mastery,
From prints from copper plates to
brush works finery.
Quebec, a jewel of a city, that all
Canadians should see,
Not only for it’s uniqueness and
it’s great history,
But go to enjoy the great feeling
that is everywhere,
Go and feel unfettered as you
wander around there.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 12, 2003