Maple leaves and hockey

a poem about Canada. Which i know very little about

When i think of Canada 

I think of maple leaves and syrup

frosty weather 

perfect for hockey

I'm reminded of my own ancestors 

who hail from there

in my minds eye i see Mounties

who always get there man

i hear there nice up there 

but that things are too dam expensive 

I believe there are caribou as well

which is cool

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

I like Canada. You buy gas by the liter, which is confusing to a Texan. You also drive in kilometers, not mph. But Canada itself is a beautiful place. They have their own country music. Most of it never gets heard in the US. It's pretty good stuff.
Loved the poem, and yes, I believe there are caribou.