Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Canada, Our Home

Canada, our home,
And native land
Where our kindness and generosity
Sit quietly like a bird
In the hand
A hockey stick rises
And drops in a dash
The puck goes flying
Making the goal light
Start to flash
The cameras of tourists
Taking pictures of mountains and rivers
Of our great landscape which
Gives you the shivers
And goose bumps form
When the team is up two to one
And time is up
The party has begun
It’s the Canada Day celebration
Cleaning garbage and partying
Across the nation
We are Canada
We stand for all to see
We are Canada
We stand on guard for thee

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Good Poetry

Good poetry is like a good art piece. It is supposed to capture our eyes, mind, heart and soul. The reader is meant to be hypothetically thrown into the writers thoughts. It is not about rhymes, figures of speech or even good story-telling; instead it is about being able to vividly describe the picture in the writers head and put the reader there. The reader should be able to paint this mental picture in their head. They are there, they know. This is what makes poems good.

Friday, September 9, 2011

What is Canada?

Canada, a lush land of rolling hills and bright, glistening prairies. Our mountains reach out and touch the clouds while dividing our Westernmost provinces. Thousands of twisting, beautiful rivers and streams shine and flow to connect our vast, wonderful lakes. From North to South, and East to West this extremely large country is all that is great and bring-a-tear-to-your-eye beautiful in this world.

We aren't all the stereotypes like the world so believes about us. "Eh" is not a word that comes after every one of our sentences, however it is used in every sentence that does not end in a long "A" sound. After hooking up the dog sled in the morning we feed our 700 pound polar bears with the leftover seal blubber from last night's meal. We don't have penguins like many may think; it's too cold for them here. We all live in igloos and all play professional hockey and since there are only a few hundred of us we know everyone by name. We can only count to three, that's why there are 3 periods in hockey; 3 goals are a hat trick; and there are 3 teams in the West and 3 in the East. The only thing that interests us are hockey and beer. We learned everything we know from Don Cherry who we also see as the Pope of Canada. This is what it truly means to be Canadian. EH