Up in Mount Royal park, where the city sprawls below Lies a tranquil oasis, but there no beavers dare go Amidst the hustle and bustle, a serene retreat A place where one can find solace, and take a seat. Beaver Lake, they call it, a jewel in the crown Of this great city, a place … Continue reading The Lake without Beavers – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The Miracle Man of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In L'Oratoire St-Joseph, where the faithful flock, There was a priest named Andre, a man of great stock, Who through his faith and devotion, wrought miracles grand, That left the people awestruck, and his name in their hearts branded. He healed the sick, and cured the lame, With a gentle touch, he removed all pain, … Continue reading The Miracle Man of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Borduas’ Visual Music – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In the brushstrokes of Borduas' art A symphony of colours do impart A visual music, wild and free A dance of light and harmony His canvases pulse with rhythm and beat Notes of red, blue, and yellow meet In harmony, they blend and sway A melody that takes my breath away Each stroke, a note … Continue reading Borduas’ Visual Music – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The Riopelle Effect – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Jean-Paul Riopelle, how you've left your mark, On canvas and artist alike, you made a vibrant spark. With bold strokes and colours, you painted your way, Into our hearts and minds, forever to stay. Your art spoke to us in a language of its own, A visual symphony, a masterpiece shown. Each stroke a note, … Continue reading The Riopelle Effect – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
L’Historique Ecole des Beaux-Arts de Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Dans les rues de Montréal, Une école a vu le jour, Un endroit où l'art a régné, L'École des beaux-arts de Montréal. Les années ont passé, Depuis sa création, Des générations d'artistes, Ont été formées dans ses murs. Des peintres, des sculpteurs, Des architectes et des designers, Ont trouvé leur voie ici, À l'École des … Continue reading L’Historique Ecole des Beaux-Arts de Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Eponymous Brouillet – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In the heart of the city, where the shadows roam, Stands a woman with a pen in hand, far from home. Her name is Chrystine Brouillet, a writer of tales, Whose words have graced the page, like a soft breeze in sails. With a keen eye for detail, and a heart full of passion, Chrystine … Continue reading Eponymous Brouillet – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Our Arts Museum – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
At the Museum of Fine Arts, Montreal, The art hangs heavy on the walls, A weighty testament to human soul, That transcends time and cultural halls. There are canvases alive with colour, And sculptures frozen in time, Each piece a testament to our ardor, And to our love of the sublime. The echoes of creativity … Continue reading Our Arts Museum – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Our Bethune – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In war-torn China, Bethune tended to the wounds, Heroic doctor.
Origins of Trivial Pursuit – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Questions abound, Scott Abbott's brainchild brings joy, Trivial Pursuit.
Eponymous Celine – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
How to begin to describe this pop queen? The girl with a voice that soars like an angel's wings, With a passion for music that forever sings. She is Celine Dion, a name known far and wide, A singer, a songwriter, an artist with pride. Her heart beats to the rhythm of every melody, As … Continue reading Eponymous Celine – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The New Renaissance Mindset 