Ottawa

I got paid by a travel agent to allow him to use this poem for his flyers and advertising to help him promote Ottawa's fall/winter activites and encourage off-season tourists.

I definitely strayed from my comfort zone of depressed/sad or crazy/comedic  -type writing with this one, hope it's not too painful to read.

I threw in the rhyme-markers ( [A]/[B] etc. ) to break down the poem; It seemed to work better for people on my other site.

Hope you enjoy,

K


[A] It's fall in Ottawa, trees shower us with leaves,
[UU] The orange and red, so beautiful even dead,
[A] Crisp morning air, boosts the popularity of long-sleeves.

[B] For kids, school approaches, and they just want to play,
[VV] Being put to bed, after a story has been read,
[B] They dream of snowy adventures, and wake early the next day.

[C] The sun starts to leave, and stays out shining much less,
[WW] Home before dark, less playing at the park
[C] The snow starts to come, Oh what a mess.

[D] Although we complain, and some of us whine,
[XX] Of having to shovel, and that sort of trouble,
[D] There's  no debating the beauty of forests of snow-coverd pine.

[E] Sharpening skates for a tour of the canal,
[YY] Always a laugh for a fall, especially when witnessed by all;
[E] Whoever said winter here had to be banal?

[F]Some people find it lonely without our infamous Canadian geese,
[ZZ] Not singing about the city, they like visiting the States briefly;
[F] Others quite enjoy it, 'Thank goodness; some peace!'