Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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CANADA This land is like a woman, barefoot in the sun-drenched fields, A gleaming, sun-hot scythe in hand, the earth beneath her heels— Her proud head lifted to the Hving wind. Or in the long, blue winter night the frozen larches bending low To watch as she, in mantle clad, steps lightly on the crust of snow. To drink the beauty of the drifting moon. She haunts the lonely, patch-work plains and gazes up to mountains stark. That rise above the changing seas of glinting gold and emerald dark— Her melting e yes abrim with salt sea spray. Janet Uren.

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CANADA I know of a land Haunted by few dreams, With few neighbours But many friends. I know of a people With many races, And life diversified. But with strong beliefs. I know of a place With free rains And spring winds, But few storms. I know of a home, Security to share, And warmth of love. But no binding ties. Canada, not a boundary. No borders. No material unity, No undignified peace, No open wars. But definitely positive And positively definite. Susan Dier, 5 A A LAND OF Blue waters, running to the sea. High mountains, reaching to the sky. Soft winds sweeping to the lea And freedom, sweet, surrounding me. The morning blossoms crisp and fair, I gaze across the lightened scene And breathe in sweet refreshing air, Scented by growing evergreen. The robin chirps her joyful song And shrill clear echoes ring along The rills, then bound from hill to hill. Then once again tfhe air is still. The frosty air, the rosy cheeks Of merry hunters out since dawn To hunt the deer among the peaks. And in the rich green valley lawn. CHANCE The boy alone, down at the bank; Deep in mud his naked toes, Hair of red and stature lank. Wearing worn and faded clothes. The barren North, a forest lit With only flames of snow to smite her face. The howl of a wolf in the dead of night, A foot in the snow that leaves no trace. The sweep of the breeze on the fields of gold, The ripening fruit in the glowing sun. The swish of a passing frightened gaggle Of geese, spurred by the beast of a gun. The scarlet sunset streaking the sky. The frothy sea upon the sand. The cascade clouds upswept on high. All this is Canada — a changing land. Jacqueline Heard, 5C 27