Photo Credit – Feminist News
With all the unbounded patriotism that is growing across our beautiful country, I decided to rework part of a piece I wrote about Canada and what it means to be Canadian.
Canada, Our Home
My home is maple trees running thick with sap in the spring.
It is flowers bravely peeping up through melting snow in bright slashes of colour.
In the summer, I float in a cool, clear lake and watch schools of fresh-water fish swim deep through underwater canyons.
Here, I stand in awe of a red, orange and gold vista that stretches across a countryside in autumn glory.
Snowflakes fall gently on my hair and eyelashes, frozen icicles sparkle in the cool sun, blankets of purity coat a white world of winter wonder.
Limestone escarpments, rushing waterfalls and towering pines compete with soaring skyscrapers and ribbons of highway that stretch from coast to coast.
This is a big country, resplendent with natural wonders and a hard-working people comfortable in their own skins. People of many colours and cultures and backgrounds. An accepting people who recognize strength in diversity, beauty in variety, and abundance in uniqueness.
This is where I belong. The cool waters run through my veins, granite and limestone form the bedrock of my soul. The spirit of my people wraps me in circles of trust and belonging. We stand tall and proud and free.
Canada. Our home.