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I love this place called
Canada, my Heaven as it were,
A place of rugged wilderness and forests full of fir,
A land of snow and winter cold, an awesome place to live,
A place that has so very much and many things to give.
A place with Rocky
Mountains and a place with prairies, flat,
A place with snow and tundra, and a place with Welcome Mat,
That welcomes those from nations which don't treat them with
respect,
A place where they can plan their lives and know what to
expect.
A place to raise their
children and place to dream their dreams,
A place to know the promise of a life without Regimes,
A place to live in freedom and express the way they feel,
A place where they can really find the things that help them
heal.
A place to live in
harmony; a place where freedom dwells,
A place where they can live in peace, not listening for the
shells
Which take the lives of innocents, the old and very young,
And lay them in the ditches as if they were common dung.
I love this place that
many call their home, "The Great White North",
This place where people congregate or travel back and forth,
This place where peace and solitude are things we know so well,
Where friends and neigbours gather and where love and patience
dwell.
The jewel of North
America, a nation under God,
A land of awesome beauty, which is high and low and broad,
Let's rally round and sing her praise; defend and honour
her,
And as we sing "O, Canada", let patriotism
stir.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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