In the tenements in Montreal,
There are no gardens to speak of ar all,
So the outdoors is brought to the balconies,
Foliage, flowers, in varied degrees.
A riot of colour, from rooftop to porch,
Yellow, red, orange, all bright as a torch.
We celebrate nature, it’s here in the raw,
And our urge to share it is our only flaw.
© Text Caro Ness 2016