Samita Sarwan
Sauntering the Scarborough Bluffs,
Taking flawless photographs,
With rainbow leaves, sure enough,
I have captured autumn’s windy laughs.
Canadian Geese’s flights declare,
A time to start south migration,
I witness boat owners frantically prepare,
To welcome winter’s long duration.
The fountain at Scarborough Town Centre,
Crowded with eager holiday shoppers,
Rushing through the signs of Exit and Enter,
Snowflakes leaping like cheerful grasshoppers.
Checking our lists, once or twice,
Before reciting “lest we forget”,
Gift giving is beyond quantity and price,
Instead, let’s remember our brave war vets.
A brisk air fills the Toronto Zoo,
Its tenants embrace rays of sun,
Bees and butterflies dance in a sky of blue,
Excited for a spring full of fun.
Blossoming flowers, an elegant waterfall,
Strolling along the park and waving hello,
Listening to the graceful, gentle bird calls,
I pass by a timid tiger and a relaxed rhino.
Enjoying a Taste of Lawrence Greek gyro,
Mexican street corn and blooming onion bites,
I dance to the sounds of Caribbean calypso,
And travel the streets of Wexford Heights.
Crowded rides and tons of games,
I buy food in grand amounts,
Winning prizes and yelling nicknames,
Wandering Warden and Birchmount.
Scarborough is 1/6 of Toronto,
A place filled with diversity,
Sunshine, rain and snow;
I’d live here for an eternity.
Why I Wrote This Piece
I have grown up in Scarborough and have fallen in love with this place! There is so much to do, and the different places I referenced in my poem, remind me of my childhood and what has shaped me into being the person I am today. Scarborough has so much to offer and is a big part of Toronto.
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