I hover high above the promenade.
It is odd I hadn’t thought this
before. A Peace Tower bore
a gift of miles for me to view.
The sky was bright.
A bit of a chill but I was alright
to view this Ottawa city
on this August morn.
I was not born here,
but it is clear I could belong here.
An international capital
of great expanse,
I am in a trance, mesmerized;
beauty and tradition mark her
and sparks her allure.
I am sure I could belong here.
Allegiance is strong here,
Canadian seat replete
with history’s retelling,
pride swelling deeply for this place,
genteel and as real as I can tell,
a nice place to dwell as well
as visit. Is it the True North beckoning?
I am reckoning that this is
The start of another great foreign affair.
My daughter will soon be there
to take up a life as a wife.
And between us two, it is true.
I could belong here.
(c) Walter J Wojtanik