Canada

There is a land of unheralded sweetness
A melting pot under the northern sun
Where one finds Indian and Sri Lankan refugees
With skin tones as brown as the maple syrup
Tapped from a bough of sugar maple
And the industrious oriental migrant
As bamboo-yellow as the autumn foliar dressing
On the tips of golden maples

And in this potpourri of multiculturalism
Which is as sticky and gooey
As the consistency of Maple taffy
Different shades of skin-bark melt under one hoisted maple leaf
After all, there is nothing remotely as beautiful
As a million trees uniting in a northern wilderness
To spur on a sugar-house economy
Where the color of the sugarbush – sugar, golden, red or black
Is of little of value, and what matters is the sweetness
Of the syrup beneath

Flag_of_Canada.svg

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.