I come to you from Greater Sudbury.
The mayor Bigger too.
We offer you a greater pleasure.
Our natter greater through.
We're all about a greater mission.
The hope is greater too.
We'll look for you as greater tourists.
The pamphlets greatest woo.
We'll see you have a greater time.
Our scenery's greatest view.
Then put you in a great hotel;
your comfort greater through.
We'll sell you all our greatest goods.
The merchant's greatest phoo.
You'll travel all our greater roads.
The potholes greater too.
We'll show you all our greatest things.
The slag dump baring slough.
Then aww you with our great big nickel;
a chimney and ah-choo.
We'll miss you when you go to leave.
You're absence greater too.
Then hope you come again
when next year's season's due.
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Sudbury The Rock
Black and crusty surfaces
Loafing in the sun
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
The bush out back
where children play.
some trees, some rocks.
A love to say.
The house out front.
It's porch cement.
The dog tied up.
His dropping pent.
Your parents home
where light is warm.
You come in late,
despite alarm.
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
There are some behind bars
serving drinks for their time,
that there's more in this city
than the world we can chime.
They're the place you met Linda.
The place you played pool.
They're the waitress who served you
and the time you were cool.
All these bars are our memories.
A glance through a room.
A romance for starting
a Sudbury boom!
A poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
A bush to a rock
opens a center of soil
that our roots are here.
300 circles of Sudbury lakes
looping and winding in all different makes.
Rising and falling as crust on a bread,
to cooling and stalling when yeast's at a head.
Coming in swells of white bubbled zest,
to finally receding that drying is left.
Warm in the shallows and cool the deep
while hugging the wind and sun for heat
Sudbury circles; water or ice
Sudbury circles; visit us twice
If people were noodles and lakes were their soup,
Sudbury's basin would be a great scoop.
300 lakes or just a bit more.
Some have been counting and some are just bored.
Sudbury's water is healthy and clean
leaving our noodles shining with gleam.
Fresh water soup minus the salt,
fresh as going into; fresh by default.
Trees for our parsley cover our shores
keeping us fancy and breathing for more.
Soup we serve fresh out of each bowl
welcoming noodles the world whole.
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