by Michael Plante

The deepest of hearts are created in Canada
our bond is the winter that we embrace
Cold that chills the bone, and snow that covers our land
produces hearty Canadians with a history
for rising above challenges rendered
by our first queen we call Winter.

From a restful slumber we rise
to look beyond the windowpane
the cold of winter awakens our fortitude
and into the day we charge.
Snowdrifts that cut the landscape in two
are carved away by strong hands and a shovel
clearing a path for those that follow
the maple leaf that flies in the night.

The queen’s wrath lays silent
and we trudge through it knee deep
our neighbors wave in solitude
forging smiles of union-ship.
Playful hearts meet on the field
as the sun exposes our shadows
hand in hand we fall backwards upon her wrath
to create something beautiful together.

The cold winds from the north
hold a scent that stirs our history;
before the sun rises or by day’s end
we remember what the heart longs for most;
the hearth that warms us best
comes from within
fed by memories of yesteryear
and the souls of our kin.

The light dwindles and our queen awakens
into the warmth of our shelter we head.
Her breath appears on our windows
and her beauty falls from high above
we sleep in restful slumber
as the spirit of our kin are released.

Our queen knows no boundaries
she embraces our land
her children are spirited
by the dreams they hold
and the hearts that are forged
by a Canadian winter.

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