The New Renaissance Mindset

in montreal, there are places haunted, ghosts and spirits, all undaunted, by time and space and human eyes, they linger still, beneath the skies. the old montreal courthouse, it seems, is where the ghost of a hanged man dreams, while in the queen Elizabeth hotel, a lady in red, her tale to tell. the old … Continue reading The Ghosts of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

in comes she from a land of sun with toes that curl and skin that's brown the snow begins its frozen dance and she stands still in a bewildered trance her breath forms clouds that linger and fade she feels the cold deep in her bones, afraid she watches as snowflakes twirl and spin a … Continue reading A New Montrealer’s First Winter – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

See, that illuminated cross aloft Mont-Royal, how it glows a beacon of hope, a symbol of faith rising up in the night sky, steadfast and brave its arms outstretched, embracing all who seek solace and comfort, who answer the call to climb the mountain, to feel its grace to bask in the glow of that … Continue reading The Illuminated Cross – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal, there once was a theatre, That showcased some movies of feature, From Sound of Music to Werewolf in London, The audiences' joy couldn't be undone, Seville was the place for a cinematic adventure.

There once was a theatre quite grand, In Montreal, the best in the land, Its stage was a sight, With talent in flight, The National, a cultural command.

In Montreal there once stood a theatre, The Colonial, where acts would feature, For movies, it soon got a facelift, And a new name to uplift, Became the Palace a silver screen creature!

In Montreal, there was a theatre called Lowes, Where moviegoers came in droves. Its grand marquee, Lights up the street with glee, And inside, the silver screen truly glowed

There once was a theatre called York In Montreal, it drew quite a crowd With films both old and new The York knew just what to do And left movie-goers feeling quite wowed!

In Montreal's streets, when winter came around, We'd gather together, bundled and bound, To watch the Santa Clause Parade in full swing, And see the magic that it would bring. The floats would glide by, all bright and gay, And we'd wave and cheer, in our own special way, As the marching bands played, and … Continue reading Santa’s Parade – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

in just a city block of Montreal marches a grand parade of green the St-Patrick's Day procession a sight to be forever seen the bagpipes blare and drums they pound as floats go passing by with Irish eyes and clovers abound it's a feast for the eye the crowd all cheers with every step as … Continue reading St-Patrick’s in Mtl – Memories Through the Eyes of my City