Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 78

Cantony
Shanghai Singapore International School, Man, Tsz Yan - 15
A journey through a place called Cantony,
Where people gather and mingle on their front yard balcony.
Where business blooms like bluebells in spring,
Happiness and joy this place will bring.
Chinese, Cantonese, English you will hear,
Even on the lowest, or the highest of tiers.
A place where you can find people of all places,
Just like the airport where you meet fresh faces.
All ethnicities are welcomed in this region,
European, Indonesian, and Polynesian.
Pork buns, egg tarts, noodles you name it,
Everything you want is here, you just pay it.
A chilled glass of lemon tea on a hot scorching day
with a dozen pineapple shortcakes on a lazy Wednesday
Entrepreneurs enlightens the entire enclave,
Students with their night lights on, for the knowledge they crave.
Construction workers stay from dusk to dawn.
The next morning on the streets you will hear people yawn.
Hydrogen. Helium. Lithium. They chant,
As they march to school with a math book in their hand.
Ding Ding Ding the school bells will ring,
Our future workers the school will bring.
Extraordinary paintings, vases, and sculptures,
All the astonishing aspects of the Chinese culture;
Elegant long qipaos, sweep the streets,
Lion dance performers who dance on the beat.
Billboards everywhere cover the city walls,
Pop culture references fly into people’s eyeballs.
K-pop, j-pop, rap, and lofi,
Music travel from the ground to sky high.
This is the end of the journey of Cantony,
A place where you can hang out with your whole family,
Education, business, economy is flourished,
Where each positive action is encouraged.