Winter Snow

Walking in the winter snow,
My feet leave tracks that show where I go.
This snow has such fluffy feel,
I sometimes question if it's real.

Walking through this wall of white,
I cannot tell if it's night.
Wondering where i am going,
The snow just keeps on blowing.

Absorbing all this wet white powder,
I hear the winds howling louder.
Finding my way in the snow,
I wonder next where I shall go.

Canadian Identity

April Iceberg Off Bragg's Island

(from a print by David Blackwood)
The hand of God has hacked this shipfrom eaves of ice that roof the worldand now it floats in silent strengthreminding me of the cold, blind forcethat shapes our lives and feeds our fears.
We row at night in boats to feelthe new blue light of moon and icebeneath this cold and ancient dreamthat wants to test our own beliefs.It almost seems like holinessto stand this small beneath these cliffs,these vaulted walls of winter white.
You feel the weight deep down insidelike thunder or extinction's calm.Had I the heartI'd climb the sidesto meet the moonand leave a harsh and ragged landto float off south to other seastill nothing's left but warmthand waves.

The Real Meaning of a Canadian Identity

A Canadian identity can only be achieved by Canadians, and it means a lot more then just having a Canadian accent, living in an igloo, or even eating maple syrup on anything. The real meaning of a Candian identity is something people living in other countries don't understand. We say "eh", we play hockey, we can speak french, we have provinces and not states, and we live in the cold. Some of these things I mentioned are done by people who don't only live in Canada, but in many other countries. But it is the combination of all these that gives us our Canadian identity and also the passion we live with knowing that we are Canadian.