June 1, 2008

t doesn't seem that long, but today, seven years ago, is when I moved to Canada. Home isn't always where we were born. Sometimes, it's a part of our heart.

Canada, oh Canada
what hast thou done with me
whenever I do close my eyes
my heart is there with thee

Your mountains and great forests
of an infinity
Sequoias stand majestically
ancient serenity

What everlasting pleasure
lies in your scenery
the crumbling walls of what once was
beneath a Maple tree

Golden fields of waving grain
whisper a lullaby
the sunset slowly fades away
beyond your endless sky

Canada, oh Canada
what hast thou done with me
I feel thou whispers in my soul
I wish to be with thee

I spot a single red deer
scent danger in the breeze
the slightest noise will make her flee
among your mighty trees

I see your children playing
out on a frozen pond
at snowball fights and slapping pucks
a magic way beyond

Canada, oh Canada
what hast thou done with me
thou temptress of my craving heart
I am so glad I am with thee

(Photo above taken at Gibson's Landing May 2008)