Ode to Canada.
Full many a native flower here I've seen,
nestled beneath your Mountain's lush green
that breathes each breath of scent laden air,
to daily wash the hours, with unrivaled care,
cavorting clouds float here, without flaws,
like yon oceanic waves that constant roll,
that's fortune favoured beyond Man's vain control,
answering alone to Heaven's pious laws,
thus privileged scan sunsets rejoicing sky,
amplifying realms of proud nurtured liberty,
cherished Maple, heralded, flying high, espy
your forests deep where night birds sing
their overtures, like Angelic Harps finest string,
captures poetic harmonies, each note combine
soft Lydian Airs, perpetuating symphonic Spring,
thus with unfettered stride strolled thy haloed sod
of sculptured avenues, carved by an unseen God
that promotes national Pride, wrapt in facets Holy,
such unsullied joy, far beyond the ways of folly,
all live here amid the corridors of contented quietude,
unknown to spoils of war or its cruel feud,
nor seek cunning paths or Vixen's stealth,
riches of the heart, us but thy exclusive wealth.
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
A reflection of my recent first time in Canada, and as a gift to my Canadian cousin who looked after me so well.
Comments (11)
Kathy
Rob
Thanks for sharing. I've been there many a times albeit limited in the west. Vancouver and Surrey are splendid place that offer magnificent views and friendly people.
Take care my friend.
Phyllis
Tess and I are forever grateful. I miss France already.
Hope your beautiful garden us so happy to have you back.
Phil