A Poem- The Tourist

We are the tourists;
always looking for the latest getaway.
We always try our best,
to find the cheapest stay.

We lounge on the beaches and see the sites,
We follow the signs along the road,
We try to get advice from the locals,
And we try to do everything while it is still daylight.

In the Maritimes, we are the bread and butter.
We go to the Island, the mountains, and the coast;
We buy their produce and enjoy their songs,
We enjoy their laughter, and eat Island lobster!

We come at the start of Victoria Day.
Throughout the summer is our stay;
Will we come back again when the snow melts away?
Or will we stay home and be the local tourists after Labor Day?

 

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