A poem dedicated to our King, Prime Minsters, Canada and all Canadians.
Since time immemorial
We but dreamed of a country so
Of vast emerald forests of the boreal
Where the woken winter winds blow
Colossal trees, our silent sentries
Leaves of maple, dance upon the road
The timberwolf howls, the raven envies
Brooks babble from whence they flowed
Where those who dare greatly
This young nation and land of old
Where those who care innately
Warm those hurt by the cold
This shield we wield from coast to coast
Our strong and liberating land
Harmony, peace and love foremost
A mosaic, we join hand in hand
We, of many origin and creed
As a collective unite to defend
We stand on guard to help those in need
Our finest bravely seek to amend
Within open field or wintry abode
Or at the foot of mountainous ranges
From this land, our strength is bestowed
The True North, a nation for the ages
– Alex Reed
Alex Reed 