I wondered while flying far over the sea Looking at icebergs floating below me |
I’ve never been foreign, but now I will be As I land in a country with new people to me.
I speak with an accent, my cultures not theirs, Let’s hope that they like me, and nobody cares.
With my meager belongings, the custom man smiled, A young married couple coming in style.
Before 9/11 when bombs blew up and transported fear When we were once safe and kept our belongings near.
Our home now is Canada; hockey and Don Cherry live here A country that grew on me as I lived life year after year.
In winter your skin freezes your eyebrows break off your face. So don’t lick metal your tongue will stick solid, and it’s hard to replace.
Boiling hot summers will fry up your skin while biting mosquito’s seem to always win
Rag weed and allergies out in the hot sun, just slather on sun cream until you are done.
All people all cultures show us their craft at Heritage Days once a year it’s a blast
Different food, dancing, they all have a stage, costumes and music our own Heritage Days.
The Natives have powwows that I love to see, gaily-dressed dancers move around me
All ages from tribes that come far and wide try to win prizes, and dance with pride.
The small children in costumes of feathers and beads look very young maybe two or three,
The elders are stately, the youth vigor shines the powwows are a vision of the old times.
This is our country, this is our way, we are so laid back, ----------we’re Canadians Ah!
Written by Susan Oliver owner A FUN GIFT SHOP
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