Granville Island must be
the most hodge podge place on earth,
I think:
A Where's Waldo of a space -
that winks, grinning at the megalopolis
that surrounds it's
gypsy wagon colored shops
and boutiques and flower stands.
Stands of essences and oils,
and chimes and pottery and beads -
stands of nuts and seeds and fudge
and homemade marmalades and jams.
There are more kinds of food there,
the most hodge podge place on earth,
I think:
A Where's Waldo of a space -
that winks, grinning at the megalopolis
that surrounds it's
gypsy wagon colored shops
and boutiques and flower stands.
Stands of essences and oils,
and chimes and pottery and beads -
stands of nuts and seeds and fudge
and homemade marmalades and jams.
There are more kinds of food there,
than I have ever seen:
(not to mention, everything under the sun
that can be done to a coffee bean).
Pies and cakes and buns and breads
and doughnuts, tarts and strudels -
and (oodles and oodles of) pastas and noodles.
There is music in the air and studios
for artists and actors, and heaven knows,
really, what all goes on there.
It's a walloping, wonderful whale of a fair.
It's that kind of place, where:
you can't help but feel -
(not to mention, everything under the sun
that can be done to a coffee bean).
Pies and cakes and buns and breads
and doughnuts, tarts and strudels -
and (oodles and oodles of) pastas and noodles.
There is music in the air and studios
for artists and actors, and heaven knows,
really, what all goes on there.
It's a walloping, wonderful whale of a fair.
It's that kind of place, where:
you can't help but feel -
young at heart -
when you're there.
when you're there.
photos: Scenes of Granville Island - W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
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