Canada-
There's a place I love nestled
between the earth's wings-
Come-
ride the land with me-
while the eagles soar above
the silence of the Prairies and mountain's-
Oh-Canada of the
sounding eagles-
you rend your voice of thunder
in white clouds of wounded snow-
your north wind falls like an avalanche
roaring and biting to arouse the sky-
freed but for a moment from your
frozen tears-
you handed out the lighting of the
cold-abandoned it and chained it-
Canada-
I love your soil-your bread-your people-
I love your Islands-your oceans and rivers-
I love your delicate vineyards and farms-
I love your leaping streams and lakes-
I love your vertical mountains
beset by abstract stones of silence-
I love your forests that rise from the
solemnity of their roots-
I love your
cities and towns
motionless in time-
Your light is as tender as a deer and
your shade is like a green eyelid-
Canada-
your aroma rises
through my roots into my heart-
and in the depth of my soul rests
your wild freedom-
Canada-
an earthly flower enclosed in throbbing beauty-California Blue
Copyright © Gordon Wickstrom | Year Posted 2016
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