Glorious and Free

Some week-end frames of 'God's country...'

God's country; is what my daddy called it

As rolling hills in a country-drive slideshow

Moved across the screen

Of the station-wagon window

…this panorama of meadow-rich green

Creased by woodlands and marshes

The meandering stream

Rolling to the big blue sea

This is surely what God’s country must be

And the farmer’s eyes roved the blazing west

Imbuing his soul with renewed hope and zest

For surely the one who painted our rural plot of sky

In a whispered masterpiece

Would provide the needs for he and I

His mercy would not cease

Ah, in this we found peace

So, the farmer whistled with a spring in his step

And the corn fields rustled beneath twilight’s fingertips

…and the little girl stood proud beneath red and white

And sang ‘Oh Canada’ with all her might because Daddy was right

‘Oh Canada' included the little thumbprint of Southern Ontario

Where apple orchards bend and bronze wheat fields glow

And where the Great Lakes, in turquoise gems

Gleam, a grand and glorious diadem

Crowning God’s country;

This 'true north strong and free, of timber and loam

Will forever be my home sweet home

© Janet Martin

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