March 4, 2014
March 3, 2014
March 2, 2014
March 1, 2014
February 14, 2014
Oh, Canada, you’re awfully young,
The land from which your people sprung,
Has still so much but at this rate,
The Tory plans won’t compensate,
For future loss, or past mistakes,
That poison and pollute our lakes.
For forest floors when paved away,
Turn lush green moss to ashy grey.
But in your youth, I must have trust,
That with our help you might adjust,
And gain your strength once more for we,
Who love you so, and thus agree,
To care and share and treasure thee.
From now into eternity.