Oh Canada.

Your soul reaches out to me

Pierces with sultry vision

Your smoky summer sky

Twisting pride of centuries

In furious and vaulting tension

Sacrificed in a tinderbox

Fierce tears of

Silenced smoke that seethe

And pool in your sacred basin

Nothing I say will be enough

How can I bring you comfort?


Disintegrated feelings between

Respect and communication

Water should meet mind’s eye

Dousing dry responsibility

of obscure passing mention

Hypnotizing neglect of loss

Sheer crease in

Paper-horizon agrees

Fuel in hazy lazy writing

Nothing I say will be enough

How can I please you?


I love our world

and our sun

and our Canada

Can we share

All our care

Can we work and plan it out?

Can we be friends?

Common sense

Love can span the sky

No in between

In this scene

Those above must

Do more than try

It is our Earth

and our sun

and our Canada

Free the land

and the sky

Only for Peace and Love

We must stand on guard


Your soul reaches down to me

Inspires me in my mission

Until the day I die

Shimmering shapes of histor

show no care or apprehension

Ravishing fire of lightning shock

Frees fear with

Ravaging rage of the breeze

News is charged and biting

I say too much

How do I heal and hold your beauty?

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