I remember Canada:
Soft, bold, keen.
Warm in the heart,
living in the cold.
I was Canadian -
Free in the peaks, ice and plains.
Peace west to east,
tree after tree.
I was a blind canary in a coalmine
no walls, no binds,
pioneer of the pines.
A new kind of people
in an old people’s land.
Harpoons to Harper
in a few hundred years.
Canada is no longer my domain.
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