Tours Tour Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

From balcony perched on the fourteenth floor
One sees the Lions' precinct which once waste,
Unclaimed marshland stood as boggy shore
Ringing Tours' south boundary. Replaced
The weeds are with new dwellings, trees galore
Embellish what four years ago poor taste
Expressed as eyesore most would fain deplore,
Now flourishing with dwellings bright, well spaced.
The view evolves as seasons change, restore
Harmony translucent when Spring's paced
Flow's followed up by Summer's fertile flore,
Life echoed by the water level traced
On islet bushes birds perch, beavers bore.
Overview perspective privileged:
River, lake, grace greenery, spruce, sedge.