Northern Light
She walks where maple shadows lie, Beneath a wide and wistful sky, A whisper caught in pine-tree hush— The north wind bends but does not rush.
Snowflakes write poems in her hair,
Each step a verse, each breath a prayer,
She is the fire in frozen air,
The quiet grace of those who dare.
Mountains watch her, lakes reflect
A soul both fierce and circumspect,
Canada’s daughter, wild and free,
Rooted deep as cedar tree.
About the Creator
Mr Ali
Hello EveryOne..!!
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
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