Children bubbling with glee bounding across the bright, neon hued playground,
The clang and clutter are familiar mahjong sounds.
A cacophony of English, Mandarin, Malay and Tamil fill the air,
As folks bustle around, their everyday lives, they share.

School going children indulge in games as they make their way to school,
For teenage kids, more important than life itself, to be seen as cool.
The cat on the street seeking respite from the relentless sun,
Under the shade afforded by the metallic grey Nissan.

Aunties and makciks heavy laden with NTUC plastic bags,
More grocery items and $1.99 finds, to their home, they add.
Across the road the kopitiam does a roaring business,
For Singaporeans of all ages, makan IS serious business.

From tudongs, to Nike caps, rebounded locks or balding pates,
Make up the familiar human landscape.
Rush hour at the MRT station and bus-stop is no laughing matter,
As commuters forge on in a surging crowd, their foot steps synchronised in beat.

Polyphonic ringtones from One Republic to Hokkien classics punctuate the air,
Accompanied by the steady tenor beats of incoming SMS-es.
At dinner time, the tantalizing aroma of food diffusing out of kitchens,
Or curry, and stir fries, to home delivered Kentucky Fried Chicken.

This, my friend,
Are scenes I grew up with through the years,
Of things I hear, smell, taste and see.
Scenes that are replayed everyday, in my Heartland Home.
Scenes may evolve with the times, but they never change in essence and spirit.  
One of a kind, Uniquely Singapore,
I could not ask for more.