I-AM-CANADIAN!

Hear the crush of winter's blinding white snow under foot,

Feel the crisp cold air on your face,

Watch as the sky explodes into brilliant Aurora Borealis.


In spring, the air is fresh with the sound of running spring waters,

Taste the clarity and brilliance of icy snow melt and streams,

Walk the towering mountain, gaze at the aqua blue of the mineral lakes.


Wonder at the rainbows over yellow gold of endless prairie fields,

Patiently watch the deep blue sky turn into blazing oranges and reds.


And then into the twinkling diamonds of the night time summer sky.


Taste the succulent bright flavours of the fruits, vegetables and wines of the harvest,

Watch the greens of mighty oaks, maples and birch turn into reds,, oranges and yellows

That mother nature uses to paint her amazing canvases of life.


If you travel the vastness of Canada, and experience its wonders,

From the Pacific Coast,

Into the cultures of the Canadian French and Native Indians,

And onto the merriments of the Atlantic Maritimes...

You will feel as proud as I do, proud to be Canadian.

-- Stacy David Thurston