By Dale Pereira, Contributor
A jewel amid the rivers
Arising to command
But Douglas chose Victoria
And so the story goes.
New Westminster is ancient past
Says the critics oh so rash
But eyes discerning would behold
A timeless beauty under-told.
Beneath the sorrow and the shame
A legacy far greater still remains
A story that is reminiscent of our past
Of a hero that takes command at last.
Hidden and enshrouded, yet mighty in glory
New Westminster, like us, may seem ordinary
Yet behind the scenes, we sway the scepter
For our throne is that of the future.
And so our heritage is not lost,
but ingrained in us farther across.
For in our hearts we know
There’s something royal about this city.
