WILMA SEVILLE

I wrote this poem a few years ago but it still stands true.  Each year at the little park near me, the City of Hamilton, Ontario makes a virtual winter wonderland for the children.  Many people come from the mountain and the east end, Dundas, Ancaster and Westdale to see the display.

I, myself, looks forward to seeing this each year.  I hope you see what I see through this little poem.

Christmas at Gore Park

Twinkling lights on Gore Park trees

little children shout with glee

riding in miniature red train

I see them through my windowpane

Parents, grandparents, older siblings

shuffle feet to keep from freezing

as the snow starts to whirl around

the little red train does its round

Faces all aglow from the cold

little children a sight to behold

scarves wrapped around red faces

snowsuits and boots with laces

Fingers tingle in red mittens

hands and feel almost frost-bitten

Santa’s elves in North Pole

two are here playing their role

Gore Park is a wonderland

lights, falling snow – a fairyland.

©WilmaSeville2011



A comment was left on my email from Linda Marshall.  Here it is.

What a wonderful poem Wilma. I can visualize the setting. Thank you.