Truths, as though fairy tales, I have heard so miscellany,
That her flora and fauna reveal true theophany;
Rolling and spinning lowlands with hill-like granite blessings,
Moss misty magnificently mysterious dressings;
Romantic and luring - they say - her existential look,
Brooks, rooks, and snooks are seen in every woods and water nook...!
Temperate temperature tranquilizingly tempting,
Gardens, perennial and seasonal trends preempting;
Gold old civilization on earth stands head holding high,
Awesome islands, like handsome tree-grooms standing by the sky;
To both the sons of the soil and the strangers so friendly,
Life though flows slowly, smoothes, soothes, and breathes quietness gently...!
The aroma of flowers and herbs all through wide valleys,
History mingles, merges with mystery, and tallies;
Farmers' wharves... fishermen's wharves... all such well flourish I learn,
To explore the harbor and Victoria Pier I yearn;
Enchanting, they say, Victoria's immaculate air,
Just once! Only once in my lifetime! I long to be there...!
18 December 2022
In my mind, there is nothing more scary
Than a city without a library.
Libraries are the souls of our culture.
There's no better place for folks to tarry.
Those that wander along the shelves and nooks
Are likely to be enlightened by books,
And gain knowledge and skills to earn success
Libraries don't attract gangs, crooks, or snooks.
Childen will always find some place to play.
Lovers will find some place to sneak away.
People that want to usually find jobs.
Libraries keep minds from going astray!
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