Best Canada Poems
Mine is a land of golden rivers
And glowing sunsets that melt your heart
A long history of native people in harmony
With lush wildlife and four seasons
Rich forests covering vast expanses
Mine is a land of golden rivers
Where sockeye salmon race up rapids
And eagles soar great heights
Cool calm breezes summoning the night
As the moon rises to cast her spell
Mine is a land of golden rivers
That run wide from coast to coast
Maritimers greeting each morning sun
As it ascends over mountain ranges
Caressing this topography called Canada
Mine is a land of golden rivers
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Submitted on July 3, 2019 for contest NOSTALGIA ANY FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE
TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA)
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
We’ve been to L’Anse Meadows, explored the Labrador.
Cruised the Ponds in Gros Morne Park, fished Caplin from the shore.
Raised a glass at Crow’s Nest, saw the sunrise Cape Spear beach.
Sang along with Great Big Sea, kissed the Cod and drank the Screech.
We’ve inner tubed the Nashwaak, fly fished the Miramichi.
Been to Historic Village in the heart of Acadie.
Climbed the Big Bald mountain, walked on Fundy’s floor.
Coasted up Magnetic Hill, scoffed at the Tidal Bore!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Sang “Farewell to Nova Scotia|”, drank Rita’s tea as well.
Danced all night at Ceilidhs, been to the Citadel.
Strolled the shore of Baddeck Bay, where the Silver Dart took flight.
Walked the wharf called Fisherman’s, the rocks at Peggy’s Light.
Sang “Bud the Spud!” with Stompin’ Tom, watched splinters fly away.
Ate lobster at church suppers, could hardly walk away.
Picked potatoes for the farmers, back in our childhood years.
Crossed Confederation Bridge, eight miles long me dears!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Ellis Pringle Craig, 2024.
After the third day
She stopped saying "you must go"
And his kept saying "NO"
Her wing was broke- couldnt fly
Looking up ,saying goodbye
Migrating flock ,noisy and way up high
Overwintering has but one outcome
She tries to think of them, thought of him
Who follows her on scaly webbed feet
Slipping on the ice, painful wing
Frozen lake,sheet of ice and bleaky mist
He tries to shield her wing
From gusty wind, it little helps
The snow fox came to steal the egg
She slapped and missed
Broken wing broken egg
Still he waits for the larger meal
Just out of reach but sure to come
Two dead geese for the price of one
Once last plea for him to go
One of us must live
But he says no
As dead she lies
His hungered honk
Defies an invisible foe
Nowhere to go, it all looks like snow
Too old to live, too cold to care
Slowly walks toward the fox
canada geese honk
one, two, three honks only proof....
spring shrouded in clouds
one, two, three, four and more in a V fly
headed home to catch the ladies eye
Shall our neighbor to the Great White North
become our fifty-first state?
To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate
Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat
Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat
Call me a Tory turncoat if you must and I'll heartily agree
Oh Canada, my Canada, I'll stand on guard for thee!
There are people that imagine it never gets warm
Way up in Canada where cold weather's the norm
In July we unzip our fur-lined parkas
While carving away on a newly killed carcass
Then on to our dog sled through an another snowy storm
LOL
O Canada
O for the Canada I once knew
Glorious and free
Our home and native land
From far and wide
We stand on guard for thee
O Canada
O for the Canada I once knew
© Jack Ellison 2014
House of commons, Quebec i think,? questions and
Odd answers; the air waxed thick..up to point..' debate
Was staged, till the veil of control, almost got frayed.'
Yet oppression was to carry this bout' the speaker flipped
And switched it out, on the un-reigned shouts, a little grim?Yet a smile indeed he wore, above the sober; gown of..
( Law?) The switch on beasts maybe is banned? Whithin
The border of that land.? If one is there it must belong to
Historys annals, and in real sad songs, owned by the folk
And not one man? An heirloom albeit not that grand.' I
For one observe such tricks, the denial of carrot
And the weilding of stick..Er i mean switch.!
Fall's golden beauty-
faded and blew away
the wild winds howled
and clouds filled November
with filigree snowflakes-
that did not stay
November was foreboding, and
December was filled with days of white
January, is a cold spell, February, well
there will be a melt-
a brief break from the dark
the green grass will peek out
the decayed leaves will lay dead-
but, nature's rest is not quite finished yet
again, the snow will come to us
and frozen days once more will repeat-
with ice, and drifts to climb
winter came early
to the city, woods and streams
with frozen fingers wrapping tight
yet, in the bare frozen trees
of winter
tiny sparrows still sing
and squirrels
scamper up the tree trunks-
their nests lined with my outdoor rug
today, delicate snowflakes taps on my window-
melting into raindrops
yet, it is still frigid winter in Canada-
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January 11, 2020 - Repost March 8, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/'Winter in Canada'
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1334-898-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, All Your (Mar 9)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/09/2021
First Place
Surfing new releases
On the poetry site
When up popped a new ad
To my sheer delight!
From "Pardons Canada"
All flashy and red
Replete with maple leafs...
Sold! On I read.
"Need a Canadian pardon?"
Rubbing my eyes,
Have I got the whole story?
We're selling a rebrand;
Pardon the new "sorry".
18.02.27
Robert Haigh's
Make Me Laugh
in Canada we watch the Canada Geese
each Spring soaring in the sky
majestic against the sun
returning to us
their huge wings outstretched
flying in forked formation
honking all the way . . .
nothing is more beautiful
than their landing on ponds and rivers
they glide to a stop
with a splash sending water high
as they are a huge bird ~
they come in mated pairs
and soon are building ground nests
bowl-shaped in the reeds and grass
where two or nine babies are born
they do that three times a season
resulting in groups of babies
at different stages . . .
both parents care for the goslings
sometimes, other goslings join the parade
and stay with the group for one year _
so lovely watching them
guiding the yellow babies and bigger babies
across the water~
today, we watched some
junior geese learning to fly
graceful, peaceful
From sea to sea our voices rise,
Beneath the wide and open skies.
On Canada, this first of July,
We lift our hearts and spirits high.
The Rockies wear their crowns of snow,
Where crystal streams and rivers flow.
The prairies wave in fields of gold,
A timeless beauty to behold.
The forests whisper, deep and green,
The grandest sights we've ever seen.
The maple's leaves in scarlet blaze,
Bring warmth to cool autumnal days.
The northern lights in silence dance,
As moonlit waters gently glance.
From Arctic shores to ocean blue,
Each mile reveals a wondrous view.
Before our nation's course was drawn,
Indigenous peoples greeted dawn.
With wisdom earned through countless years,
They faced the seasons without fears.
The First Nations cared for every tree,
Each mountain, river, lake, and sea.
The Inuit stood both proud and strong,
Where northern nights are dark and long.
The Métis helped to shape this land,
With faithful heart and willing hand.
Their stories live in every place,
A treasured part of Canada's grace.
The dreamers came from far away,
To build a brighter, better day.
They crossed the seas with hope anew,
And built this nation, strong and true.
The railway stretched from shore to shore,
Connecting neighbours evermore.
With every spike and iron rail,
They proved that courage would prevail.
Our farmers tilled the fertile ground,
Where rich abundance still is found.
Our fishers braved the restless tide,
With strength and faith their constant guide.
Our builders raised each town with care,
Creating homes for all to share.
Our teachers, healers, artists too,
Helped paint the future into view.
Our soldiers answered duty's call,
With steadfast hearts they gave their all.
Their sacrifice we still revere,
Remembered every passing year.
Though history has both joy and pain,
We strive to learn and grow again.
With open hearts and hopeful eyes,
A stronger nation we shall rise.
So let the maple proudly fly,
Beneath this bright July first sky.
With grateful hearts we proudly say,
"Happy Canada Day!"
May peace endure from shore to shore,
May kindness lead forevermore.
With every sunrise yet to be,
May hope define our destiny.
Here's to the mountains standing tall,
The rivers, forests, one and all.
To every voice both old and new—
Happy Birthday, Canada, to you!
forever it seems
our beloved maple leaf
yet winter's coming
Written in the Viator Poetry Form
Invented by Robin Skelton (1925-1997)
Canadian Author and Poet
'Tis of Thee Canada
For my country, proudly I wave the flag,
surround by great oceans north, east and west;
lucky to be born in Canada- blessed,
have lots of things famous for that we brag.
Like the awesome Mounties in their red dressed,
for my country, proudly I wave the flag;
of green wilderness on and on we drag,
oh, with eh and sorry- I am obsessed.
And sweet maple trees, maple leaves and moose,
come fishing here and put fish in your bag;
for my country, proudly I wave the flag;
sorry for Canada Geese flying loose.
Of our diversity I will brag,
eh, love poutine- and the changing seasons;
ice, snow, beaver, hockey, beer more reasons,
for my country, proudly I wave the flag.
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August 24, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'Tis of Thee Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1054-566-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The story of his pomposity
The gaiety of a been-to
Embroidered in revenge.
Tunde Canada!
Timid and denied by folks and friends
In his prime when the springboard, the hemisphere
At the time when chicks announce their appearance.
His ordeal was woven in ancient penury.
He was in the enclave of the rejected,
An outcast before his friends,
Whose hands, fortune, has benevolently endowed
But he was happily disowned by his entire ally.
Tunde Canada!
Determination and spirited humans
Benignly lifted from the corridors of poverty
He suddenly became great.
How yesterday’s pain gone
And friends who cast aspersion are back as friends.
He became the cynosure of them all
How fast humans forget the misdeed of yesterday!
Tunde Canada!
Now great!
But revenge beclouds the reciprocity of goodwill.
He mopped up his old friends for a drink,
And left them to bear their debts after tipsy,
And stayed in the silt gutter.
Tunde Canada
In the frailty of human foible,
Revenge robbed him of his life achievements.
At last, betrothed to a bride of a rich-dynasty
And before the oath on the altar,
Absent from his wedding, either for tipsy or else,
He left the bride, the audience and the priest alone in the church
Staring at his endless arrival.
Oh, a revenge against the society
Pain to his ungodly quest.
A victim of his retribution