The Canadian CreedA Poem by Ken e Bujoldasked to write something authentically CanadianWalking on water isn’t much of a trick where I’m from. Ice runs through veins. Hard and fast over rivers, ponds, careless bums who can’t remember to keep their heads up floating across the middle. The whole country knows the lay of the land: never turn the other cheek, keep your elbows out, dicks under cover or else fugetaboutit. If you can’t shoot, don’t score, go south, pick up a ball. Try wrestling, poetry, arbitrage. Beavers, leafs, toukes not tocks, poutine, periods, three, unless tied -- then play on! Next goal wins! Ken e Bujold
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7 Reviews Added on August 5, 2023 Last Updated on August 5, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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