A seraphic and pristine allegory in history
Dominated by the mystic aroma of cedars,
With the serene slithering of Fraser in the north
And Serpentine in the south
She has been envied in the past.
Initially guarded by the British
And craved for by the Americans
Bustling with life
And rich with sprinkling of flora and fauna,
Her story began,
Knitted by the Europeans.
Semiahmoo and Kwantlen First Nations
Credited as the first inhabitants,
Through Fleetwood, through Whalley
Within Guildford, within Newton
And through Cloverdale and South
She is felt everywhere.
Nature is her majestic pride,
And through every movement
She strengthens her glide.
Today she is a wonder
Enjoying her joyous ride,
Tomorrow awaits a future
Stronger that the ferocious tide,
She is growing
Adorned as a gorgeous bride,
She is a living dream
Home to innovation and creativity,
The obstacles that pull her back.
What a classic example she is;
In the fragrance of history
She is my home, your home
She is our home.
And people like to call her
Note: This poem is written specifically for the city of Surrey in British Columbia, Canada.