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Off the paths of Mont-Royal parc, Where the trees stand tall and stark, Lies a secret hidden deep, Of mushroom pickers who doth reap. They come at night with stealthy tread, To seek the bounty that lies ahead, For mushrooms rare and wondrous grow, In the shadows, hiding low. With baskets in their hands they … Continue reading The Mushroom Pickers of Mount Royal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the city of saints and sinners, Where the winter's chill lingers, A new hope arises, a team to behold, With players so bold, and a story to be told. CF Montreal, they call themselves, With a passion for the game that never delves, Into the shadows of doubt or fear, For they know victory … Continue reading CF Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

On Mont-Royal's green and gentle slope Where the city's bustle comes to cope There's a gathering of beats and hearts A pulsing rhythm that never departs Tam Tams they call this lively crowd Drums and music, voices loud A tribe of souls from near and far Beneath the sun, beneath the stars In harmony they … Continue reading Tam Tams du Mont-Royal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

The streets of Montreal, they croon and they sigh With a rhythm that's all their own The city's heart beats with the sound of jazz And it echoes through the stones From the smoky bars to the neon lights The music is a force to be reckoned It seeps into your bones and takes hold … Continue reading Montreal, A Jazz of It’s Own – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Amidst the starry skies of Montreal's night, A grand display of fireworks takes flight, Explosions of light, a symphony of sound, A magical spectacle, to all around. The colours dance, like fairies in the air, A rainbow of hues, beyond compare, Crimson red, sapphire blue, emerald green, A feast for the eyes, a dazzling scene. … Continue reading Our Summer Fireworks – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

On the hillside of Montreal lies a solemn ground, Where the living dare not make a sound, For the Mount Royal Cemetery is where the dead reside, And their memories, in the silence, do preside. The graves are many, and some tombstones tall, On the winding pathways, they can enthral, For each one tells a … Continue reading Mount Royal Cemetery – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Parc Mont-Royal, where pathways wind, And sunlight filters through the trees, The city's hustle left behind, The mountains rise and air is free. Here, nature reigns in all her might, Her majesty a soothing balm, A respite from the urban blight, A place of peace, a healing calm. The paths meander, twist and turn, … Continue reading Parc Mont-Royal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City