Spirit of Canada By: Christopher Warren

What is Canada?
Is it simply the great diverse mass of composted rock from the very core;
Or is it the people that spring to life to tend their farms with bore?;
Nay, it is the stark spirit of this sovereign nation;
That brings simple adoration to our quest for Confederation;

Like the Spirit of St. Louis of the American Amelia Earhart;
Pondering upon our own great Canadian Brave Heart;
What is it you say of this nation so young?;
It is the triumphant choirs of immigrants so sung;
Not only are these who migrate and glee;
But those who first came and are written throughout history;

Just like the coureurs and their native befriends;
Of whom Cartier led, established and then lends;
The bases of Louisburg with their churches and trends;
Sparkle with tradition of their own weathered homelands;
These carols are still sung by musical bands;
Lest we forget who truly owns these lands;

But today with think of our own demise;
Lest we forget those soldiers who gave their lives;
Their lives led them against the thought of s hesitate;
But worried they still were if they were to go to bed late;

Not only are those who did these great deeds;
But those who gave their lives to deceit;
Those whom I speak of I am sure that you know;
Are the politicians that can turn white as snow;

They fought for our independence through thick and thin;
And opened the door for our own civil chapter to begin;
Yet still there are those just like Lester B Pearson;
Who thought without hesitation and spoke with great reason;
We honour them today and the great Nobel Peace Prize;

So what more can I say of our timeless tale;
But that today our land is still for sale;