Canada Poem

When Canada was young, the seeds of nationhood had not yet sprung or blossomed into flower. Too early in the morning is the hour. Now we are a nation, stand proud, from the rooftops shout it loud and clear so all the world may hear. I am a Canadian, my country I hold dear, this land, these people, this love, which cannot be denied, it fills and swells my heart with pride. A Canadian, a Canadian, that’s what I am, that’s what I be. Canada, my Canada, our Canada, from sea to sea.

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I heard this poem when watching idocs of ichannel. The people at ichannel were nice enough to send me the actual poem text. If you have not watched this channel, I suggest you do.