Quebec Poems - Poems about Quebec

When I was young I believed angels were shy content to remain in the shadows of the day and night happy to watch over and protect us while remaining out of sight Growing up in the Catholic Church…this is what I was taught but the older I grow I’ve come to believe…angels are not as shy as I once...

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We had this lovely tiny house booked in Quebec City but they canceled our reservation a little while back… so we took that as a sign from the Gods of travel and made reservations at Le Chateau Frontenac. Le Chateau Frontenac sits like a castle on a hill in Old Quebec City It’s been in movies and mentioned in many...

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Christmas in Quebec is an enormous affair. There are giggles and smiles and excitement in the air. Tens of thousands of visitors head here every year. The festivities and traditions are to many so dear. We have festivals and feasts and foods of all sorts. We get airmen and armies and sailors from every port. There are delicacies too delicious to...

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In my younger years used to take the bus In winter froze my nose and ears Don't know how I survived still have 'em Kinda crooked the way it appears Wore woolen ear muffs as mom insisted Sure did the job playing hockey With cherry red like or red apple cheeks Dad picked me up in our old jalopy All things were different...

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Siberia, Scandinavia, Canada and Taiwan have winter carnivals. None top Quebec City’s Winter Carnival in icy marvelous Canada. Family friendly, there is an ice hotel – Hotel de Glace. You can make your own maple syrup popsicle, and ice sculpture. You may take a ride with sled dogs, or go on carnival rides. Your lunch waitress will bring your...

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Through the cobblestone roads they walk with feet so light and hearts so bright along the path where passion sizzles love it is a prelude to dismember by the hour ; Fine china dishes and silent forks await outside the window, a horse passes by clickity clack clomp clickity clack clomp; They are dreaming of...

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Stadacona An ode to Quebec City 1 On the green bank of a mighty stream - A lofty aerie - a fair city beam With stately air a queen, she stands - A gem - over these most forest lands. An old city (first in Canada) Formerly humble Stadacona. 2 Hardy Champlain, of proud heritage - Geographer and scion of Brouage - Envisioned her...

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quebec city cobblestone streets autumn memories posted on September 11, 2018...

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The first time I saw him, my heart took flight. What a beautiful, beautiful sight! Dark-eyed and gorgeous with plenty of height! He came where I worked, stealing glances each night as he streaked through my life like a comet so bright. In less than one week, that guy would be gone. What a beautiful, beautiful sight. How I wished our time...

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Beneath his coal-black forelocks, flirty eyes kept meeting mine when I allowed my gaze to fall on him. As if I were a prize, he grinned at me. He'd put me in a daze! When he approached, my heart began to pound. He spoke so fluently, and his accent was French! I'd never heard a sweeter sound. He asked me on a...

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The dam broke in Quebec. My thoughts, my words, and my pen all moved. Moved like the thin layer of brackish water over the icy depths of le Fleave St. Laurent. Moved like the evening breeze over the cobblestoned streets past the lighted shops’ doors. Moved like the flags flying over le Chateau Frontenac as the high winds whip. The French from the tongues of the waitresses and bartenders and...

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FREEZE - FRAME OF QUEBEC CITY Time-capsule towers over St. Lawrence: Heights of Abraham look imperiously down On the Ile d’Orleans spread over the river, Chateau Frontenac’s fairytale frivolous turrets, Le Parlement’s serious severity, Antique town with narrow cobbled streets, Overhanging shoulders of timbered gables. Clipclop of caleche leaps back centuries, Cobblestones...

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A man who is yet to find for himself a maiden Absolute success yet, is he to find. If a sailor on his compass, found A permanent route without a storm enclosed, ...

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