My Poem Collection

City Home

Driving through my city; the windows down,

Letting the wind run through my hair,

I gaze out at the beauty of the lights,

As my city comes alive at night,

Feeling my heart burn with nostalgia,

Over the bridges or driving past Malmaisons,

Or finding the quaint cafes that hide away -

I know this is the place I want to stay,

Shops upon shops contain whimsical personalities,

Bookstores and libraries lie awaiting discovery -

With books unread and stories to be told,

A special place in my heart my city beholds,

Alluring architecture cloaked in History,

Captivating all those who look upon it,

City centre shines bright and stands tall,

This is my City; the city that'll never fall,

Through the twists and turns,

Through the hustle and bustle,

Be with friends or when I'm alone,

I know this city is my forever home.