• William I. Atkinson

English Bay

The ships lie out on English Bay Bright-lit like floating beacons Vancouver with her spangled hands And accents of exotic strands Bears every ship toward day

Ice lies outside my lady’s walls Three thousand miles between us Ojibwa winds blot out the sun Wail winter which has just begun Shriek death from frozen halls

I would be sad to turn from this And fly back east to winter Except that English Bay’s allure Without her here seems bare and poor True spring requires her kiss

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Faculty of Graduate Studies - York University, Toronto

National Speakers' Bureau / Global Speakers' Agency: Keynote addresses - Sarasota, San Francisco, Montréal &c

Novelist (Sun's Strong Immortality, River Under Rain, Tommy &c)

Frequent contributor, Toronto Globe & Mail

Dalhousie University Prix d'Excellence

30 Best Business Books (Nanocosm)

Finalist, Canadian Science Writers' Award (Nanocosm)

Finalist, National Business Book Award (Prototype)

© 2019 by William Illsey Atkinson.

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