We are Canada

Oh what torture is this, on such a lovely day no less

Here I sit, listening too Mr. Boring Mc speaks to soft.

Blab on and on about Canadian History.

I mean, I am Canadian and I know all that is important.

Besides, who cares about history anyway.

I say put down your spades and leave the dirt alone.

Why does this class have to be so boring anyway, it’s putting me to sleep.

I think I’ll dose of for just a few minutes, nobody will notice.

And as I fell into a slumber, I swore I heard the wind whisper my name

At least I think it was the wind, or was it the trees?

All I know was, it said it’s name was Canada.

“But how can that be” I replied.

“ Canada is nothing more, then a country”.

With that the apparition did appear and spoke these words to me.

“ You refer to me as nothing more than just a place on a map.

My son, I will show you, I am so much more.”

Then in the blink of eye, we were sailing through the sky.

“Do you see the trees, the mountains and the rivers?”

“ That is my flesh, my blood and my bones"

“So what your saying, is you are the land we live apon" I replied

To which the spirit did not answer.

“Spirit “ I asked “Why did you refer to me as your son?”

To which the spirit answered “ my child your ears are open, yet you still have not learned how to hear"

“ Do not let’s the words stop after your ears, instead let them travel to your heart"

I pondered over these words that were spoken, as we soared above the paries.

Then as we approached the coastline the spirit spoke to me one last time.

“ My child” said the spirit “ I am far more than just a destination.”

“ When you stroll through my forest, we became connected.”

“ And when you feast from my harvest, you invite into your soul.”

That is when it hit me, Canada is so much more than just a plot of land.

It is that which grows, inside its picket fence.