Canada Day 2023 Poem
Last night I had a dream
that I was an uncaged bird,
flying over the deep blue waters of the ocean.
I cruise over many landlocked continents,
pockmarked with craggy soaring peaks
and serpentine glistening rivers hemming silent sighing valleys.
Should I land here? Not so soon.
My destination lies at a far off land
I have thousands of miles to go,
where surging waters of Atlantic and the Pacific meet,
where Polar bears used to roam while the drumming echoed across the flat soulless plains,
where the thunderous roar of the Niagara Falls shook the bowels of the earth,
where the Great Lakes shimmered silently amidst blooming trilliums.
I fly over the grand and majestic Rockies, the wild rose country,
till the final lap is near.
I glide over beautiful British Columbia, with valleys bedecked with the dogwood and tinkling bluebells,
dotted with wild blackberries and blueberries,
lulled by the warm waters of the Pacific,
tacked by lush green forests of arbutus and soaring pines
that carpet breathtaking Vancouver Island.
My destination— my Nanaimo.—the Hub City.
I make a soft landing and lookup at the cloudless opal sky.
There flying high is the white and red maple leaf flag,
a beacon of hope.
It is peace,
It is freedom,
It is home.
It is Utopia.
copyright 2023 - Kamal Parmar