Wind swept blue waters
A March wind, biting wet
CN Tower distant
and a lakeshore always in reach
Take the Queen St. trolley to western edges
where Etobicoke youth waver
escaping their suburban cocoon
Don Mills freaks and Yonge St. denizens
all these pilgrims shelter at 999
Summer, short and glorious
Her Autumn streets adorned
and Winters white and cold